1 I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys. 2 As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters. 3 As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my relative among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat. 4 Bring me into the wine house; set love before me. 5 Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love. 6 His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 7 I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, if you rouse and wake love until it please.⁠a 8 The voice of my relative! look, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. 9 My relative is like a roe or a young stag on the mountains of Bethel: look, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices. 10 My relative answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove. 11 For, look, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed. 12 The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle-dove has been heard in our land. 13 The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove. 14 Come, you my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful. 15 Take us the little foxes that damage the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes. 16 My relative is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies. 17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my relative, be like a roe or young stag on the mountains of the ravines.