1
I am a blossom of the Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2
Like a lily among thorns, so is my beloved among the daughters.
3
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. In his shade I greatly desired and sat, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
4
He brought me into the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
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Sustain me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
6
His left hand is beneath my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7
I adjure you, O daughters of Yerushalayim, by the gazelles and by the does of the field: do not awaken or stir up love until it desires.
8
The voice of my beloved— see, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills.
9
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. See, he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.
10
My beloved answered and said to me: “Rise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.
11
For see, the winter has passed, the rain is over and gone.
12
The blossoms appear in the land. The time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
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The fig tree ripens its early figs, and the vines in blossom give fragrance. Rise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away.
14
My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hidden places of the cliff, let me see your appearance. Let me hear your voice. For your voice is sweet, and your appearance is beautiful.
15
Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.
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My beloved is mine, and I am his. He pastures among the lilies.
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Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of separation.