Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.

SHESwarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEYLike the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

“Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,
Where do you pasture your flock,
Where do you make it lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who veils herself
Beside the flocks of your companions?”

“To me, my darling, you are like
My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.

“My beloved is to me like a pouch of myrrh
Which lies all night between my breasts.

My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi.

“How beautiful you are, my darling,
How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are like doves.”

“Like a lily among the thorns,
So is my darling among the maidens.”

“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
So is my beloved among the young men.
In his shade I took great delight and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall; He looketh in at the windows; He glanceth through the lattice.

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains. ****

THEYWho is this, coming up out of the wilderness, like pillars of smoke, - with perfume of myrrh, and frankincense, besides all the aromatic powder of the merchant?

HELo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

Thy teeth, are like a flock, evenly grown, which have come up from the washing-place, - whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is none among them:

Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, - Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:

Like the tower of David, is thy neck, built for war, - A thousand shields, hung thereon, all, equipment of heroes:

Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, - which pasture among lilies.

With sweetness, thy lips do drip, O bride, - Honey and milk, are under thy tongue, and, the fragrance of thy garments, is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

The fruits that sprout in thee are like a very Paradise of pomegranates with sweet fruits:

Nevertheless when I had opened unto my beloved, he was departed and gone his way. Now like as afore time when he spake, my heart could not longer refrain: Even so now I sought him, but I could not find him: I cried upon him, nevertheless he gave me no answer.

What is so special about your beloved, most beautiful of women? What is so special about your beloved, that you charge us like this?

“His head is like gold, pure gold;
His locks are like clusters of dates
And black as a raven.

His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, - bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:

His cheeks, like a raised bed of balsam, growing plants of perfume, - His lips, lilies, dripping with myrrh distilling:

His hands are like gold rings, having enclosed the precious stone of Tarshish; His body is as the pure ivory, decked over with Sapphires.

His legs, pillars of white marble, founded on sockets of gold, - His form, like Lebanon, choice as cedars:

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, - whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:

Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:

THEYWho is this, that looketh forth like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, pure as the sun, majestic as bannered hosts?

Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.

Return, return, Shulammite, return, return, so we may look at you! Why should you look at the Shulammite, like you watch the dance of the two camps?

How beautiful, are thy feet in sandals, O daughter of a noble, - The curvings of thy hips, are like ornaments wrought by the hands of a skilled workman:

Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

Thy two breasts, are like two young roes, the twins of a gazelle:

Thy neck, is like a tower of ivory, - Thine eyes, are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim, Thy nose, is like the tower of Lebanon, which looketh towards Damascus:

Thy head upon thee, is like Carmel, And, the hair of thy head, is like purple, - The king, is held captive by the ringlets!

This thy stature, is like to a palm-tree, and, thy breasts, are like clusters:

I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks - Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;

And, thy mouth, like good wine - SHEFlowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

“Oh that you were like a brother to me
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;
No one would despise me, either.

“Put me like a seal over your heart,
Like a seal on your arm.
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy is as severe as Sheol;
Its flashes are flashes of fire,
The very flame of the Lord.

SHEI, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, - Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.

The companions are attending to thy voice, Cause me to hear. Flee, my beloved, and be like to a roe,

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