I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the maidens. Like an apple tree among the wild trees, so is my beloved among the youths. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the wine cellar.
His banner over me is love. He refreshes me with grapes, cakes, and apples, I am sick with love. His left hand is under my head; his right hand embraces me.
I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, do not disturb love.