| 1 ¶ I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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| 2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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| 3 ¶ As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat1 down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.2
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| 4 He brought me to the banqueting3 house, and his banner over me was love.
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| 5 Stay me with flagons, comfort4 me with apples: for I am sick of love.
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| 6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
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| 7 I charge5 you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
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| 8 ¶ The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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| 9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing6 himself through the lattice.
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| 10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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| 11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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| 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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| 13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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| 14 ¶ O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
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| 15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
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| 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
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| 17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.7
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