I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valley.
Yes, a lily among thorns, so is my beloved as compared with any other
My lover is an apple tree, the finest in the orchard as compared of the
other youths. I am seated in his much- desired shade and his fruit is
lovely to eat. He brings me to the banquet hall and everyone can see how
much he loves me.
Oh feed me with your love-your 'raisins' and your 'apples' for I am
utterly lovesick. His left hand is under my head and he embraces me. O
girls of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and deer in the park,
that you do not awaken my lover. Let him sleep!
Ah, I hear him-my beloved. Here he comes, leaping upon the mountains and
bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a gazelle or young deer.
Look, there he is behind the wall, now looking in at the windows.
My beloved said to me, 'Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away. For
the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers are springing
up and the time of the singing of birds has come. Yes, leaves are coming
out and the grape vines are in blossom. How delicious they smell! Arise,
my love, my fair one, and come away.
My Dove is hiding behind some rocks, behind and outcrop of the cliff.
Call to me and let me hear your lovely voice and see your handsome face.
The little foxes are ruining the vineyards. Catch them, for the
grapes are all in blossom.
My beloved is mine and I am his. He is feeding among the lilies!
Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away, come to me, my beloved,
and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain of spices.
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