If you don't know, most beautiful of women, go out after the flock and graze your young goats beside the shepherd's tents.

My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you.

Before I knew it, I imagined myself among the chariots of my noble people.

The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved.

If only you were like a brother to me, like one who nursed at my mother's breasts. If I found you outside I would kiss you, and no one would view me with contempt.