Thomson(i) 1 I am a flower of the field, and a lilly of the vallies. 2 As a lilly among thorns, so is my consort among the daughters. 3 As the citron tree among the trees of the forests; so is my dear brother among the youths. In its shade I took great delight and sat, and its fruit was sweet to my taste. 4 conduct me to the house of wine, and order for me what I love. 5 Strengthen with perfumes; strew around me citrons, for I am wounded with love. 6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right embrace me! 7 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and virtues of the field, that you stir not up nor awake my love till she please. 8 It is the voice of my dear brother! lo he cometh, bounding over the mountains; skipping over the hills. 9 My dear brother is like a roe; or a young hart on the mountains of Baithor. Lo! he is behind our wall, looking in at the windows, taking a near view through the lattice. 10 My dear brother addressing me saith, "Arise my love, my fair one, my dove! 11 For lo! the winter is past; the rain is over: is gone. 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the pruning season is come. The voice of the turtle is heard in our land. 13 The fig tree hath put forth its green figs: the vines are in bloom; they have shed a fragrance. Arise, come my beloved, my fair one, my dove. 14 Yes, come thou dove of mine: in the shelter of the rock near the wall Shew me thy face and let me hear thy voice: for thy voice is sweet and thy countenance comely." 15 Catch for us the little foxes; that spoil vines: for our vines are in blossom. 16 My dear brother is mine and I am his: he is feeding among the lillies. 17 Till the day blow fresh and the shades be removed. Return; Be, my dear brother, like a Roe, or a young hart on the caverned mountains.