Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.

Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.

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?

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

While the King is in His circle, my spikenard gives its smell.

My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi.

The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought Him, but I did not find Him.

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.

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

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

You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna and spikenard,

Awake, O north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

I have come into My garden, My sister, My spouse; 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, yea, drink abundantly, O Beloved.

I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.

I rose up to open to my Beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.

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

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

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

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

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

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.

But My dove, My undefiled is one alone. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; the queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

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

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.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my Beloved, that goes down smoothly for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages.

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.

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

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.

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.

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?

If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

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

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.

You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.