圣经I am the rose of Shalun (or narcissus), the lily of the valley.
My beloved among women is like a lily among thorns.
My beloved among men is like an apple tree in the forest. I sat happily under his shade, tasting the taste of his fruit and feeling sweet.
He brought me into the banquet hall and set the flag of love above me.
Please give me raisins to strengthen me, give me apples to soothe my heart, for I am sick of love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is holding me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelle or the deer in the field, not to stir up, not to awaken my beloved, until he pleases.
Listen, it’s my beloved’s voice. Look, he came rushing over the mountains and mountains.
My beloved is like a gazelle, or like a little deer. He stood behind our wall, looking in from the window and peering in from the window lattice.
My beloved said to me, “My beloved, my beauty, rise up and go with me.”.
Because winter has passed. The rain has stopped and passed.
A hundred flowers bloom on the ground. The time of a hundred birds chirping has arrived, and the sound of the dove has also been heard within our borders.
The fruit of the fig tree gradually ripens, and the grape tree blooms and emits fragrance. My beloved, my beauty, get up and go with me.
My dove, you are in the cave of a rock, in the secret of a steep rock. Please allow me to see your face and hear your voice. Because your voice is soft and your face is beautiful.
To capture the fox for us is the little fox that destroys the vineyard. Because our grapes are blooming.
A good person belongs to me, and I also belong to him. He grazed a flock of sheep among the lilies
My beloved, wait until the cool breeze rises and the shadows of the sun fly away. Turn back, like a gazelle or like a young deer on Mount Bitter.
