The Song of Songs, which [is] for Solomon.

{May you kiss me} {passionately with your lips}, for your love [is] better than wine.

Tell me, [you] whom my {heart} loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? {For why should I be like} one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

To a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.

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

Sustain me with the raisins, refresh me with the apples, {for I [am] lovesick}.

For look! The winter is over; {the rainy season} {has turned and gone away}.

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, {in the secluded place} {in the mountain}, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice [is] sweet and your face [is] lovely.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes destroying vineyards, for our vineyards [are in] blossom!

{King Solomon} made for himself a sedan chair from the wood of Lebanon.

I [was] asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, {my hair drenched from the moist night air}."

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.

Your palate [is] like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

The mandrakes give [off their] fragrance, and {over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit}; both {fresh and dried fruit I have stored up} for you, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love [is] strong as death; passion [is] fierce as Sheol; its flashes [are] flashes of fire; [it is] a blazing flame.

Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house {for love}, he would be utterly scorned.

{We have a little sister}, {and she does not yet have any breasts}. What should we do for our sister {on the day when she is betrothed}?

{Solomon had a vineyard} at Baal-hamon; {he entrusted his vineyard to the keepers}; {people paid a thousand silver [pieces] for its fruit}.

{My own "vineyard" belongs to me}; the "thousand" are for you, O Solomon, {and "two hundred" for those who tend its fruit}.