For fragrance are thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

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!

Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

And thy palate as the good wine -- 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!