a lily of the valleys.

so is my love among the daughters.

so is my beloved among the sons.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight,

his fruit was sweet to my taste.

His banner over me is love.

refresh me with apples;

for I am faint with love.

His right hand embraces me.

by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,

that you not stir up, nor awaken love,

until it so desires.

Behold, he comes,

leaping on the mountains,

skipping on the hills.

Behold, he stands behind our wall!

He looks in at the windows.

He glances through the lattice.

“Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

The rain is over and gone.

The time of the singing has come,

and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The vines are in blossom.

They give out their fragrance.

Arise, my love, my beautiful one,

and come away.”

in the hiding places of the mountainside,

let me see your face.

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.

the little foxes that plunder the vineyards;

for our vineyards are in blossom.

He browses among the lilies.

turn, my beloved,

and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.