My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
I went down into the garden of nuts
to see the fruits of the valley,
to see whether the vine flourished
and the pomegranates budded.

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates,
with pleasant fruits;
camphire, with spikenard,
spikenard and saffron;
calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense;
myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens,
a well of living waters,
and streams from Lebanon.

Behold, thou are fair, my love,
behold thou art fair;
thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks.
Thou art all fair, my love;
there is no spot in thee.

Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south;
blow upon my garden,
that the spices thereof may flow out.

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

   Let my beloved come into his garden,
   and eat his pleasant fruits.

Thou art fair, my love, behold, thou art fair;
there is no spot in thee.