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.

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

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

Awake, O north wind; and come, south wind; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.

The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded.