| 1 | I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. | |
| 2 | Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens. | |
| 3 | Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. | |
| 4 | He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love. | |
| 5 | Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. | |
| 6 | His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. | |
| 7 | Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires. | |
| 8 | Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills. | |
| 9 | My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice. | |
| 10 | My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. | |
| 11 | See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. | |
| 12 | Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. | |
| 13 | The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me." | |
| 14 | My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. | |
| 15 | Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom. | |
| 16 | My lover is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies. | |
| 17 | Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills. | |