Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.

If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.

Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?