My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag: behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth through the windows, showing himself through the lattice.

King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.

I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

(The Chorus)“Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where is your beloved hiding himself,
That we may seek him with you?”

My beloved went down to his garden, To the beds of the spice, To delight himself in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.