The Bride’s Admiration

I am a rose of Sharon,

a lily of the valley.

Like a lily among the thorns

is my darling among the maidens.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest

is my beloved among the young men.

I delight to sit in his shade,

and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

He has brought me to the house of wine,

and his banner over me is love.

Sustain me with raisins;

refresh me with apples,

for I am faint with love.

His left hand is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you

by the gazelles and does of the field:

Do not arouse or awaken love

until the time is right.

Listen! My beloved approaches.

Look! Here he comes,

leaping across the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.

Look, he stands behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peering through the lattice.

My beloved calls to me,

“Arise, my darling.

Come away with me, my beautiful one.

For now the winter is past;

the rain is over and gone.

The flowers have appeared in the countryside;

the season of singing has come,

and the cooing of turtledoves

is heard in our land.

The fig tree ripens its figs;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come away, my darling;

come away with me, my beautiful one.”

O my dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your countenance is lovely.

Catch for us the foxes—

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in bloom.

My beloved is mine and I am his;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Before the day breaks and shadows flee,

turn, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.