Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

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

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you.

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

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened, and the pomegranates are in bloom: there will I give you my loves.

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?