Because of the fragrance of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

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.

I am dark, but lovely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples: for I am sick with love.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth through the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?

It was but a little after I passed by them, when I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it pleases.

Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?

King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, and on the day of the gladness of his heart.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.

Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.

Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.

You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

Your lips, O my spouse, drop like the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat its pleasant fruits.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

I have put off my robe; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how could I soil them?

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?

His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are wavy, and black as a raven.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh.

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead.

Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.

As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.

My dove, my perfect one, is the only one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the favorite one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Who is she that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners?

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the blossoms of the valley, and to see whether the vine had budded, and the pomegranates were in bloom.

Before I was aware, my desire had made me as the chariots of my noble people.

Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. Why will you look upon the Shulamite? As upon a dance before two armies?.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! the curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses.

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights!

This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to its clusters.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches: may also your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples;

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves.

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

O that you were as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! if I should find you outside, I would kiss you; yea, I would not be despised.

I would lead you, and bring you into my mother's house, who had instructed me: I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases.

Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree: there your mother brought you forth: there she brought you forth that bore you.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would utterly be rejected.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

If she is a wall, we will build upon her towers of silver: and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor.

Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.

You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: let me hear it.

Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.