Draw me, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own vineyard I have not kept.

The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother has crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

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?