² Like a lily among thorns,
    so is my darling among the daughters.

³ Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
    so is my lover among the sons.
In his shadow I delighted to sit,
    and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
⁴ He has brought me to the banquet house
    and his banner over me is love.
⁵ Sustain me with raisin cakes,
    refresh me with apples—
    for I am weak with love.
⁶ His left hand is under my head
    and his right hand embraces me.

⁷ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you,
    by the gazelles and does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.

⁸ The voice of my lover!
Behold, he is coming—
    leaping over the mountains,
    springing over the hills!
⁹ My lover is like a gazelle
    or a young buck among the stags.
Look! He is standing behind our wall—
    gazing through the windows,
    peering through the lattice.

¹⁰ In response my lover said to me:
“Get yourself up, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!^[a]
11 For behold, the winter has past,
    the rain is over, it has gone.
¹² Blossoms appear in the land,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
    is heard in our land.
¹³ The fig tree ripens its early figs.
    The blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!
¹⁴ My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in a secret place along the steep path,
    let me see your form,
    let me hear your voice.
For your voice is sweet
    and your form is lovely.”

¹⁵ Catch the foxes for us—
    the little foxes that ruin the vineyards,
    for our vineyards are in blossom.