2 

I am only a blossom of the plain,

a mere lily of the dale.

2 

“Like a lily among briars,

so is my dear among women!”

3 

And like an apple-tree in the forest,

so is my darling among men

under his shadow I love to lie

tasting his sweet fruit.

4 

He has brought me to his chamber of joy

hung over with love.

5 

Sustain me with raisins,

revive me with apples

for I swoon with love!

6 

Let his left hand caress my head,

let his right hand embrace me.

7 

O maidens of Jerusalem, I charge you,

by the roe-deer and the hinds

never rouse lovers, never stir them,

till they are satisfied.

8 

Listen, it is my darling,

there he is, coming to me

leaping across the mountains

bounding over the hills!

9 

There he stands behind our wall,

gazing through the window

glancing through the lattice!

10 

And he calls to me, my darling,

“Come, dear,come, my beauty!

11 

For winter is over,

the rains are by,

12 

the country’s a-flower,

’tis the season for pruning

the ring-dove’s note is heard,

13 

the figs are ripening red,

the vines are all blossom and fragrance--

come, dear, come away, my beauty!

14 

O my dove, from the clefts of your rock,

from your nook in the cliff

oh let me see your form

let me hear your voice

your voice so sweet

your form so fair!”

15 

(Catch us the foxes,

the little foxes

that gnaw at our vines

when the vines are in bloom.)

16 

My darling is mine, and I am his,

he feeds among my lilies.

17 

Till the cool of the dawn,

till the shadows depart

oh turn to me, darling

and play like a roe or a har

on my perfumed slopes!