^{1 Ref} As a lily among the thorns,

^{2 Ref} So `is' my friend among the daughters!

^{3 Ref} As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

^{4 Ref} He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me `is' love,

^{5 Ref} Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I `am' sick with love.

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

^{7 Ref} I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

^{8 Ref} The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

^{9 Ref} My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

^{10 Ref} My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

^{11 Ref} For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.

^{12 Ref} The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

^{13 Ref} The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

^{14 Ref} My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

^{15 Ref} Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

^{16 Ref} My beloved `is' mine, and I `am' his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

^{17 Ref} Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!