I am the roseof Sharon, and the lilyof the valleys. As the lilyamongthorns, so is my loveamongthe daughters. As the apple treeamong the treesof the wood, so is my belovedamongthe sons. I sat downunder his shadowwith great delight, and his fruit was sweetto my taste. He broughtme tothe banquetinghouse, and his banneroverme was love. Stayme with flagons, comfortme with apples: forI am sickof love. His left hand is undermy head, and his right handdoth embraceme. I chargeyou, O ye daughtersof Jerusalem, by the roes, andby the hindsof the field, that ye stir not up, norawake my love, till he please. The voiceof my beloved! behold, hecomethleapinguponthe mountains, skippinguponthe hills. My belovedis likea roeora younghart: behold, hestandethbehindour wall, he looketh forthatthe windows, showing himselfthroughthe lattice. My belovedspoke, and saidunto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winteris past, the rainis over and gone; The flowersappearon the earth; the timeof the singing of birds is come, and the voiceof the turtleis heardin our land; The fig treeputteth forthher green figs, and the vines with the tender grapegivea good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, that art in the cleftsof the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me seethy countenance, let me hearthy voice; forsweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. Takeus the foxes, the littlefoxes, that spoilthe vines: for our vines have tender grapes. My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedethamong the lilies. Untilthe daybreak, and the shadowsflee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou likea roeora younghartuponthe mountainsof Bether.