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

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.

As the apple tree 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 banquet house, and his banner over me was love.

Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.

For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

Sustain ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am sick from love.

Draw me, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.

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

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own 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 upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

It was but a little that I passed from them when 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 chamber of her who conceived me.

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind thy veil.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed [thy flock], where thou make [it] to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.

We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.

Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], thy neck with strings of jewels.

While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

The fig tree ripens her green figs, and the vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.

My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lays between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.

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

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.

Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

and thy mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips and teeth.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.

O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.

Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance. And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He let out the vineyard to keepers. Every one for the fruit of it was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

Behold, it is the litter of Solomon. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor can floods drown it. If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.

They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, [and] the pomegranates were in flower.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.

Before I was aware, my soul set me [among] the chariots of my princely people.

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

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

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

How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilful workman.

Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.

King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother has crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the seat thereof of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, from 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake love, until it please.

How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!

His left hand under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lay along the side of Gilead.

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

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

The watchmen who go about the city found me. [I said], Did ye see him whom my soul loves?

[I said], I will rise now, and go around 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.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.