“Draw me away with you and let us run together!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.”

SHESwarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEYLike the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

(The Bridegroom)
“Like the lily among the thorns,
So are you, my darling, among the maidens.”

SHEUpon my couch, in the night-time, sought I the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

Come! I must arise, and go about in the city, In the paths and in the broadways, I must seek the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

SHEI, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, - The voice of my beloved - knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.

“I had taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I had washed my feet,
How could I get them dirty again?

But when my love put in his hand at the hole, my heart was moved within me:

I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, - My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.

(The Bridegroom)
“You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
As lovely as Jerusalem,
As majestic as an army with banners!

My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea , the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

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

(The Chorus)
“Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.”

Our sister is but young, and hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister when she shall be spoken for?

If, a wall, she is, we will build upon it a battlement of silver, - but if, a door, she is, we will close it up with a plank of cedar.

But my vineyard, O Solomon, giveth thee a thousand, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit.

You who sit in the gardens, companions are listening for your voice, but let me hear it.