Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

While the king is in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,

Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!