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

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?

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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