1 我是沙仑平原的水仙花， 是谷中的百合花。
2 我的佳偶在女子中， 正像荆棘里的百合花。
3 我的良人在男子中， 好像树林里的一棵苹果树； 我欢欢喜喜地坐在它的荫下， 它的果子香甜合我口味。
4 他带我进入酒室， 含情脉脉地望着我。
5 求你们用葡萄饼增补我力， 用苹果恢复我的精神， 因为我因爱成病。
6 他的左手托住我的头， 他的右手拥抱着我。
7 耶路撒冷的众女子啊！ 我指着田野的羚羊、母鹿恳求你们， 不要惊动他， 不要挑起他的爱情， 等它自发吧。
8 听啊！ 这是我良人的声音， 他蹿山越岭而来。
9 我的良人像羚羊， 像小鹿。看哪！ 他站在我们的墙后； 从窗口观看， 从窗格往里面探视。
10 我的良人对我说： "我的佳偶啊！ 你起来吧。我的佳丽啊！ 你来吧。
11 因为冬天已过， 雨水止息， 已经过去了。
12 地上百花齐放， 百鸟齐鸣的时候已经来到； 斑鸠的声音在我们境内也听见了。
13 无花果树的果子渐渐成熟， 葡萄树开花发香， 我的佳偶啊！ 你起来吧。我的佳丽啊！ 你来吧。
14 我的鸽子啊！ 在岩石的穴中， 在悬崖石的隐密处， 让我看看你的容貌； 让我听听你的声音； 因为你的声音甜美， 你的容貌秀丽。
15 要为我们捉拿狐狸， 就是毁坏葡萄园的小狐狸， 因为我们的葡萄园正在开花。"
16 我的良人属我， 我也属他， 他在百合花中细赏。
17 我的良人啊！ 等到天起凉风， 日影消逝的时候， 愿你归来， 好像崎岖山上的羚羊或是小鹿。
1 I am a rose of Sharon,
A lily of the valleys.
2 As a lily among thorns,
So is my love among the daughters.
3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood,
So is my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me to the banqueting-house,
And his banner over me was love.
5 Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples;
For I am sick from love.
6 His left hand is under my head,
And his right hand doth embrace me.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh,
Leaping upon the mountains,
Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall;
He looketh in at the windows;
He glanceth through the lattice.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past;
The rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13 The fig-tree ripeneth her green figs,
And the vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
In the covert of the steep place,
Let me see thy countenance,
Let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,
That spoil the vineyards;
For our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart
Upon the mountains of Bether.