Tell me, O you whom I love,Where you feed your flock,Where you make it rest at noon.For why should I be as one who veils herselfBy the flocks of your companions?

Catch us the foxes,The little foxes that spoil the vines,For our vines have tender grapes.

I have compared you, my love,To my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.

The fig tree puts forth her green figs,And the vines with the tender grapesGive a good smell.Rise up, my love, my fair one,And come away!

My beloved spoke, and said to me:“Rise up, my love, my fair one,And come away.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,That you tell him I am lovesick!

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,By the gazelles or by the does of the field,Do not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.

Behold, you are fair, my love!Behold, you are fair!You have dove’s eyes.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,By the gazelles or by the does of the field,Do not stir up nor awaken loveUntil it pleases.

Let us get up early to the vineyards;Let us see if the vine has budded,Whether the grape blossoms are open,And the pomegranates are in bloom.There I will give you my love.