Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.

If she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.