The voice of my beloved: Behold! Here he comes,
leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle,
like a young deer,
my beloved is like a gazelle.
Behold! He stands behind our wall
and looks in at the window, he peers through the lattice.
Now my beloved speaks and says to me:
"Arise, my beloved!
Arise my love, arise and come!"
"Arise, my beloved,
Arise my love, arise and come!"
Look, winter has already passed,
the rains are over, they have gone away,
the flowers have appeared on the earth,
the time for singing has come again
and the voice of the turtle dove has returned,
the fig-tree has blossomed with first fruits
and the grape vine gives off its scent.
"Arise, my beloved…
O my dove in the cleft of the rock,
in the hiding places of the cliffs,
let me hear your voice,
let me hear your voice.
Chase away the foxes, the little foxes
who spoil the vineyard.
For our vineyard is in blossom!
For our vineyard is in blossom!
My beloved is for me,
and I am for him.
Before the breeze blows
and the shadows of death grow longer,
return, return, return!
Return, return, return!

O Lord, help me, O Lord!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt you!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt your love!
The gift of your grace
has left my heart in blossom
with longings for love,
with longings for love;
I can do no more than suffer
and spend my life in sighs.
And in this flame of your love, this dark flame,
in this veil, that wraps my soul and stifles it,
I feel that my heart is displaced,
opening, pouring out,
like water flowing through your garden.
O Lord, help me, O Lord!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt you!
O Lord, help me, O Lord,
never to doubt your love!
And in this flame…