How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, How ye stir up, And how ye wake the love till she please!