| 1 map | ¶ I am a narcissus of Sharon, A 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 wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste. | |
| 4 | He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love. | |
| 5 | Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love. | |
| 6 | His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me. | |
| 7 map | I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake {my} love, till he please. | |
| 8 | ¶ The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. | |
| 9 | My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice. | |
| 10 | My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. | |
| 11 | For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone: | |
| 12 | The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; | |
| 13 | The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth {their} fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away! | |
| 14 | ¶ My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. | |
| 15 | Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom. | |
| 16 | My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth {his flock} among the lilies, | |
| 17 | Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether. | |