Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away." Lover

Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon; two hundred for those who tend its fruit. Lover