Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

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

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.