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.

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

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying, Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled; for My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

My Beloved put in His hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for Him.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.