1I'm the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys, no cap.

2Just like a lily among thorns, that’s my love vibin' with the girls.

3Like an apple tree chillin' in the forest, that’s my boo among the guys. I kicked it under his shade, and his vibes were sweet, fr.

4He brought me to the feast, and his banner over me was love, periodt.

5Hit me up with some drinks, comfort me with apples; I'm lowkey sick of love.

6His left hand's under my head, and his right hand's got me in a hug, lit.

7Yo, daughters of Jerusalem, I’m telling you by the deer and the field vibes, don’t wake my love until he's ready.

8My boo's voice! Look, he's bouncing over the mountains, skipping hills like a champ.

9My love’s like a young deer; peep him behind our wall, checking us out through the windows.

10My love said, “Get up, my pretty one, let’s bounce.”

11For real, winter's done, and the rain's gone, vibes are changing.

12Flowers are popping up, birds are singing, and the turtle dove is vibin' in our land.

13The fig tree's got green figs, and the vines smell so good. Get up, my love, let’s dip.

14O my dove, chilling in the rock cracks, let me see your face and hear your voice; it’s sweet and you’re looking goated.

15Catch the little foxes that mess with the vines; our vines got tender grapes, fr.

16My boo's mine, and I'm his; he’s vibing among the lilies.

17Until the day breaks and the shadows run away, turn, my love, and be like a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

7I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

12The 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;

13The 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.

14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

17Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.