| Beloved | |
| I am a rose of Sharon, | |
| a lily of the valleys. | |
| Lover | |
| Like a lily among thorns | |
| is my darling among the maidens. | 5 |
| Beloved | |
| 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. | 10 |
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| He has taken me to the banquet hall, | |
| and his banner over me is love. | |
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| Strengthen me with raisins, | |
| refresh me with apples, | |
| for I am faint with love. | 15 |
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| His left arm is under my head, | |
| and his right arm embraces me. | |
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| Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you | |
| by the gazelles and by the does of the field: | |
| Do not arouse or awaken love | 20 |
| until it so desires. | |
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| Listen! My lover! | |
| Look! Here he comes, | |
| leaping across the mountains, | |
| bounding over the hills. | 25 |
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| 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. | |
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| My lover spoke and said to me, | 30 |
| "Arise, my darling, | |
| my beautiful one, and come with me. | |
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| See! The winter is past; | |
| the rains are over and gone. | |
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| Flowers appear on the earth; | 35 |
| the season of singing has come, | |
| the cooing of doves | |
| is heard in our land. | |
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| The fig tree forms its early fruit; | |
| the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. | 40 |
| Arise, come, my darling; | |
| my beautiful one, come with me." | |
| Lover | |
| My dove in the clefts of the rock, | |
| in the hiding places on the mountainside, | |
| show me your face, | 45 |
| let me hear your voice; | |
| for your voice is sweet, | |
| and your face is lovely. | |
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| Catch for us the foxes, | |
| the little foxes | 50 |
| that ruin the vineyards, | |
| our vineyards that are in bloom. | |
| Beloved | |
| My lover is mine and I am his; | |
| he browses among the lilies. | 55 |
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| Until the day breaks | |
| and the shadows flee, | |
| turn, my lover, | |
| and be like a gazelle | |
| or like a young stag | 60 |
| on the rugged hills. | |