If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

As a lily among the thorns,

So is my friend among the daughters!

As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate.

My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.