Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

My darling, I compare you to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.

My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

Before the day breaks
and the shadows flee,
I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.

I charge you, young women of Jerusalem, "If you find my beloved, what are you to tell him? Tell him that I'm weak with love."

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me: he feeding among the lilies.

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

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

I to my beloved, and upon me his desire.

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.

“I would lead you and bring you
Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me;
I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates.

“I want you to swear, O daughters of Jerusalem,
Do not arouse or awaken my love
Until she pleases.”

We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?