Do not stare at me because I am dark,
for the sun has gazed on me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
they made me a keeper of the vineyards.
I have not kept my own vineyard.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

“King Solomon has made for himself a palanquin
From the [cedar] wood of Lebanon.

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.

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

The Lover to His Beloved: Turn, turn, O Perfect One! Turn, turn, that I may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim?

Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.