1 I am a wildflower  * of Sharon,

a lily  * of the valleys.  *

2 Like a lily among thorns,

so is my darling among the young women.

3 Like an apricot  * tree among the trees of the forest,

so is my love among the young men.

I delight to sit in his shade,

and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4 He brought me to the banquet hall,  *,*

and he looked on me with love.  *,*

5 Sustain me with raisins;

refresh me with apricots,  *

for I am lovesick.  *

6 May his left hand be under my head,

and his right arm embrace me.  *

7 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you

by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,

do not stir up or awaken love

until the appropriate time.  *,*

8 Listen! My love is approaching.

Look! Here he comes,

leaping over the mountains,  *

bounding over the hills.

9 My love is like a gazelle

or a young stag.  *

See, he is standing behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peering through the lattice.

10 My love calls to me:

Arise,  * my darling.

Come away, my beautiful one.

11 For now the winter is past;

the rain has ended and gone away.

12 The blossoms appear in the countryside.

The time of singing  * has come,

and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.  *

13 The fig tree ripens its figs;  *

the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.  *

Arise, my darling.

Come away, my beautiful one.

14 My dove,  * in the clefts of the rock,  *

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,  *

let me hear your voice;  *

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.  *

15 Catch the foxes for us  *  —

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards —

for our vineyards are in bloom.  *

16 My love is mine and I am his;  *

he feeds among the lilies.

17 Until the day breaks  *

and the shadows flee,

turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle

or a young stag  * on the divided mountains.  *,*