The song of songs which is to Solomon.

To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee.

Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee.

Thou shalt not see me, I am black; the sun searched me: my mother's sons were angry with me; they set me to watch the vineyards; my vineyard I watched not for me.

Announce to me, thou whom my soul loved, where thou wilt feed, where thou wilt lie down at noon: wherefore shall I be as he covered by the herds of thy companions.

To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor.

A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me; he shall lodge between my breasts.

A cluster of cypress my beloved to me in the vineyards of the kids' fountain.

As the apple among the trees of the forest, so my beloved between the sons. In his shadow I delighted, and I sat down, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.

My beloved is like to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds: behold him standing behind our wall looking forth from the windows, glancing from the lattices.

My beloved answered and said to me, Rise up for thyself, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

My dove in the refuges of the rock, in the biding of the steep mountain: cause me to see thy form, cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet and thy form becoming.

My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies.

Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section.

As a little I passed from them till I found him my soul loved: I held him fast, and I shall not let him go till I brought him into my mother's house, and to the chamber of her conceiving me.

All of them holding the sword, being trained to war: each his sword upon his thigh from terror in the night

Go forth, ye daughters of Zion, and look upon king Solomon; upon the crown his mother crowned to him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe deer feeding among the lilies.

Till the day shall breathe, and the shadows fled away, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden; its spices shall flow out. My beloved shall come to his garden, and he shall eat his most precious fruits.

I Came to my garden, my sister, O spouse: I gathered my myrrh with my spices; I ate my droppings with my honey; I drank my wine with my milk: Eat, O friends; drink ye, and drink to the full, O beloved ones.

I slept and my heart waked: the voice of my beloved knocks at the door; Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect one: my head was filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers, myrrh overflowing upon the hands of the bolt

I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye shall find my beloved, what ye shall announce to him: I am pierced by love.

My beloved went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me: he feeding among the lilies.

She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

I went down into the garden of nuts to look upon the greens of the valley, to see whether the vine was fruitful, whether the pomegranates blossomed.

Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe-deer.

This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.

And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.

I to my beloved, and upon me his desire.

Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages.

We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee.

Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me.

I will lead thee, I will bring thee to the house of my mother; thou wilt teach me: I will give thee to drink from spiced wine from the new wine of my pomegranate.

Many waters shall not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not overwhelm it: if a man shall give all the riches of his house for love, despising, they shall be despised for him.

A little sister to us, and no breasts to her: what shall we do for our sister in the day it shall be spoken for her?

A vineyard was to Solomon in the place of a multitude; he gave the vineyards to those watching; each shall bring in its fruit a thousand of silver.

My vineyard to me before me: a thousand to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to those watching its fruit.

Thou sitting in the gardens, the companions attending to thy voice: cause thou me to hear.

Flee, my beloved, and be it likened to thee to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of spices.