2Like the lilies among thorns, so is my beloved among the daughters.

3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banqueting house, and assigned as my portion love.

5Sustain me with delicacies, surround me with apples; for I am sick for love.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by young roes of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love until it please.

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young roe; behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks through the windows, bending himself over the lattice.

10My beloved spoke and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land;

13The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with tender shoots give fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.

14O my dove, who nests in the clefts of the rock and in the secret places of the hedge, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

15Let us catch the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vines have tender shoots.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.

17Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the fragrant mountains.