HELo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves!

He brought me to the banquet hall,
and he looked on me with love.

HELo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

O set me as a seal upon thine heart, and as a seal upon thine arm: for love is mighty as the death, and jealousy as the hell. Her coals are of fire, and a very flame of the LORD: