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| 1. | I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys. |
| 2. | As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. |
| 3. | As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. |
| 4. | He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me. |
| 5. | Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love. |
| 6. | His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. |
| 7. | I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please. |
| 8. | The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills. |
| 9. | My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices. |
| 10. | Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come. |
| 11. | For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. |
| 12. | The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land: |
| 13. | The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: |
| 14. | My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely. |
| 15. | Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished. |
| 16. | My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies, |
| 17. | Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. |