Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.

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

Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.