| 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 | THE 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 | THE SHULAMITE TO THE DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM He brought me to the banqueting house, 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, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases. | |
| 8 | THE 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 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 singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land. | |
| 13 | The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair 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 face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely." | |
| 15 | HER BROTHERS Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes. | |
| 16 | THE SHULAMITE My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock 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. | |