Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.

See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.

Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.

The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;

O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.

I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the water streams, washed with milk, and rightly placed.

His hands are as rings of gold ornamented with beryl-stones; his body is as a smooth plate of ivory covered with sapphires.

His legs are as pillars of stone on a base of delicate gold; his looks are as Lebanon, beautiful as the cedar-tree.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

How beautiful and how sweet you are, O love, for delight.

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

The mandrakes give out a sweet smell, and at our doors are all sorts of good fruits, new and old, which I have kept for my loved one.

Put me as a sign on your heart, as a sign on your arm; love is strong as death, and wrath bitter as the underworld: its coals are coals of fire; violent are its flames.

We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.