A bundle of myrrh is my Beloved to me. He shall lie all night between my breasts.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.

The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He comes leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.

My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.

He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

I have put off My coat; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

I opened to my Beloved, but my Beloved had left. He passed on. My soul went out when He spoke; I sought Him, but I could not find Him. I called Him, but He did not answer me.

His mouth is most sweet; yes, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine; He feeds among the lilies.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; everyone for its fruit was to bring a thousand of silver.