He brought me to the house of the wine, and his intention [was] love toward me.

{Scarcely had I passed} by them when I found him whom my {heart} loves. I held him and I would not let him go until I brought him to the house of my mother, into the bedroom chamber of she who conceived me.

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride! Come with me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dwelling places of the lions, from the mountains of leopard.

You have stolen (my) heart, my sister bride! You have stolen [my] heart with one [glance] from your eyes, with one ornament from your necklaces.

How beautiful is your love, my sister bride! How better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

Your lips drip nectar, [my] bride; honey and milk [are] under your lips; the scent of your garments [is] like the scent of Lebanon.

A garden locked [is] my sister bride, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

I have come to my garden, my sister bride, I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk! Eat, O friends! {Drink and become drunk [with] love}!

"Who [is] this that looks down like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, {bright as the sun}, {overwhelming as an army with banners}?"