1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.2 The Beloved: Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.3 Shulamite: Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.4 To the Daughters of Jerusalem: He brought me into the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.5 Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick.6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.8 Shulamite: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.10 My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.13 The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away!14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your appearance is beautiful.15 Her Brothers: Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.16 Shulamite: My beloved is mine, and I am his. He grazes among the lilies.17 To Her Beloved: Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.

1 I am a flour of the feeld, and a lilye of grete valeis.2 As a lilie among thornes, so is my frendesse among douytris.3 As an apple tre among the trees of wodis, so my derlyng among sones.I sat vndur the shadewe of hym, whom Y desiride; and his fruyt was swete to my throte.4 The king ledde me in to the wyn celer; he ordeynede charite in me.5 Bisette ye me with flouris, cumpasse ye me with applis; for Y am sijk for loue.6 His left hond is vndur myn heed; and his riyt hond schal biclippe me.7 Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y charge you greetli, bi capretis, and hertis of feeldis, that ye reise not, nether make to awake the dereworthe spousesse, til sche wole. The vois of my derlyng; lo!8 this derlyng cometh leepynge in mounteyns, and skippynge ouer litle hillis.9 My derlyng is lijk a capret, and a calf of hertis; lo! he stondith bihynde oure wal, and biholdith bi the wyndows, and lokith thorouy the latisis.10 Lo! my derlyng spekith to me, My frendesse, my culuer, my faire spousesse, rise thou, haaste thou, and come thou;11 for wyntir is passid now, reyn is goon, and is departid awei.12 Flouris apperiden in oure lond, the tyme of schridyng is comun; the vois of a turtle is herd in oure lond,13 the fige tre hath brouyt forth hise buddis; vyneris flourynge han youe her odour. My frendesse, my fayre spousesse, rise thou, haaste thou, and come thou.14 My culuer is in the hoolis of stoon, in the chyne of a wal with out morter. Schewe thi face to me, thi vois sowne in myn eeris; for thi vois is swete, and thi face is fair.15 Catche ye litle foxis to vs, that destrien the vyneris; for oure vyner hath flourid.16 My derlyng is to me, and Y am to hym, which is fed among lilies;17 til the dai sprynge, and schadewis be bowid doun. My derlyng, turne thou ayen; be thou lijk a capret, and a calf of hertis, on the hillis of Betel.