Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love.

My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

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

W My love is fit and strong,
notable among ten thousand.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.