I am the rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.

As the apple 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.

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

For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore the virgins love You.

For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.

Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.

I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

If you know not, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.

His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me.

The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

But a little while after I passed from them, I found Him whom my soul loves. I held Him and would not let Him go, until I had brought Him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who conceived me.

If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

As the lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

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

We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

O My love, I have compared you to My mares among Pharaoh's chariots.

My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.

Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with chains.

While the King is in His circle, my spikenard gives its smell.

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.

A bundle of myrrh is my Beloved to me. He shall lie all night between my breasts.

My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi.

My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.

I was a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace.

Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my Beloved, what do you tell Him? That I am sick with love.

The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.

Behold, you are beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is green.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; you have doves' eyes.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake my love until it pleases.

Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my Beloved, that goes down smoothly for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

My Beloved is bright and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

But My dove, My undefiled is one alone. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.

You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.

Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers, whether the tender grape appears, and the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give You my loves.

You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.

I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; I have gathered My myrrh with My spice; I have eaten My honeycomb with My honey; I have drunk My wine with My milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

What is your Beloved more than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What is your Beloved more than another beloved, that you adjure us so?

Who is this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders?

His mouth is most sweet; yes, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

I am my Beloved's, and His desire is toward me.

Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages.

How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?

I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men.

His head is like refined gold; His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a rock heap locked up, a fountain sealed.

spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna and spikenard,

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded.

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.

I did not know, but my soul set me on the chariots of my princely people.

Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.

I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine; He feeds among the lilies.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His eyes are as doves' eyes on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting.

Awake, O north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

I would lead You, and bring You into my mother's house. You would instruct me; I would cause You to drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Who could give You to me as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me.

a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

King Solomon made himself a litter-bed of Lebanon's trees.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.

I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!

His left hand would be under my head, and His right embrace me.

I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair is like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

My Beloved has gone down to His garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.

The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?

I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways; I will seek Him whom my soul loves. I sought Him, but I did not find Him.

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.