Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

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

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

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 head is like refined gold; His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair is like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

Who could give You to me as my brother, who sucked my mother's breasts? When I find You outside, I would kiss You; yea, they would not despise me.