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,

And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

And his banner over me was love.

For I am sick from love.

And his right hand doth embrace me.

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

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,

Until he please.

Leaping upon the mountains,

Skipping upon the hills.

Behold, he standeth behind our wall;

He looketh in at the windows;

He glanceth through the lattice.

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The rain is over and gone;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

And the vines are in blossom;

They give forth their fragrance.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

In the covert of the steep place,

Let me see thy countenance,

Let me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

That spoil the vineyards;

For our vineyards are in blossom.

He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains of Bether.