Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.

The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples,