If you know not, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

I will rise now and go about 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.

You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.

I did not know, but my soul set me on the chariots of my princely people.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

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?