Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own vineyard I have not kept.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

They all handle the sword, [and] are expert in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.