The Bride
I1 am a rose of Sharon,
The Bridegroom
L2ike a lily among the thorns
The Bride
L3ike an apple tree among the trees of the forest 4He has brought me to the house of wine, 5Sustain me with raisins; 6His left hand is under my head, 7O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you
8Listen! My beloved approaches. 9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. 10My beloved calls to me, 11For now the winter is past; 12The flowers have appeared in the countryside; 13The fig tree ripens its figs;
The Bridegroom
O14 my dove in the clefts of the rock,
The Friends
C15atch for us the foxes—
The Bride
M16y beloved is mine and I am his; 17Before the day breaks and shadows flee,