Words of Mary Magdalene

I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys.  As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.  As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate. He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.  Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.  His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.   I adjure you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the field, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.   The voice of my beloved, behold he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills.   My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.   Behold my beloved speaks to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.   For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.   The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning has come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:  The fig tree has put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:   My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, show me your face, let your voice sound in my ears: for your voice is sweet, and your face comely. Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard has flourished. 1  My beloved to me, and I to him who feeds among the lilies,   till the day break, and the shadows retire.  Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.  Song of Songs 2 - King James Bible