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.

Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.

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

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?