His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.'
'Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, That you will not disturb or awaken my
love Until she pleases.'
'Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.
'My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.
For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and
The blossoms have already
appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
The fig tree has ripened its fruit, And the vines in blossom have given forth their
fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along!’?'
'My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding place of the mountain pathway, Let me see how you look, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is pleasant, And you look delightful.'
'Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes that are ruining the vineyards, While our vineyards are in blossom.'
'My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock
among the lilies.
Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.'