“Draw me away with you and let us run together!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.”

I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

(The Bridegroom)
“Like the lily among the thorns,
So are you, my darling, among the maidens.”

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

I said , I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

“I had taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I had washed my feet,
How could I get them dirty again?

But when my love put in his hand at the hole, my heart was moved within me:

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

(The Bridegroom)
“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As majestic as an army with banners!

My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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

(The Chorus)
“Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.”

Our sister is but young, and hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister when she shall be spoken for?

If she [is] a wall, {we will adorn her with a turret of silver}; but if she [is] a door, we will barricade her with boards of cedar.

I have my own vineyard.
The 1,000 are for you, Solomon,
but 200 for those who guard its fruits.

You who sit in the gardens, companions are listening for your voice, but let me hear it.