^{1 Ref} I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

^{2 Ref} As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

^{3 Ref} 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 Ref} He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

^{5 Ref} Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

^{6 Ref} His left hand `is' under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.

^{7 Ref} 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 Ref} The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

^{9 Ref} 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 Ref} My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

^{11 Ref} For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

^{12 Ref} 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 Ref} 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 Ref} 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 Ref} Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.

^{16 Ref} My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth `his flock' among the lilies.

^{17 Ref} 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.