{May you kiss me} {passionately with your lips}, for your love [is] better than wine.

Draw me after you, let us run! May the king bring me into his chambers! Let us be joyful and let us rejoice in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!

Do not gaze at me because I am black, because the sun has stared [at] me. The sons of my mother were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, [but] my own "vineyard" I did not keep.

Tell me, [you] whom my {heart} loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? {For why should I be like} one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

To a mare among the chariots of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.

While the king [was] on his couch, my nard gave its fragrance.

My beloved [is] to me {a pouch} of myrrh, he spends the night between my breasts.

My beloved [is] to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.

Look! You [are] beautiful, my beloved. Look! You [are] beautiful; your eyes [are] doves.

Look! You [are] beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch [is] {verdant};

Like a lily among the thorns, so [is] my love among the maidens.

As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so [is] my beloved among the young men. In his shade {I sat down with delight}, and his fruit [was] sweet to my palate.

He brought me to the house of the wine, and his intention [was] love toward me.

Sustain me with the raisins, refresh me with the apples, {for I [am] lovesick}.

His left [hand] [is] under my head, and his right [hand] embraces me.

The voice of my beloved! Look! Here {he} comes leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills!

My beloved is like a gazelle or {a young stag}. Look! {He is} standing behind our wall, gazing {through} the window, looking {through} the lattice.

My beloved answered and said to me, "{Arise}, my beloved! {Come, my beauty}!

The fig tree puts forth her figs, and the vines [are in] blossom; they give fragrance. {Arise}, my beloved! {Come, my beauty}!"

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, {in the secluded place} {in the mountain}, Let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice [is] sweet and your face [is] lovely.

{My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved! {Be like} a gazelle or {young stag} on the cleft mountains.

On my bed in the night, I sought him whom my {heart} loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

Now I will arise, and I will go about in the city, in the streets and in the squares; I will seek him whom my {heart} loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

The sentinels who go about in the city found me. "Have you seen the one whom my {heart} loves?"

{Scarcely had I passed} by them when I found him whom my {heart} loves. I held him and I would not let him go until I brought him to the house of my mother, into the bedroom chamber of she who conceived me.

{Oh my}! You [are] beautiful, my beloved! {Oh my}! You [are] beautiful! Your eyes [are] doves from behind your veil. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats that move down from the mountains of Gilead.

You [are] completely beautiful, my beloved! {You are flawless}!

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride! Come with me from Lebanon! Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the dwelling places of the lions, from the mountains of leopard.

You have stolen (my) heart, my sister bride! You have stolen [my] heart with one [glance] from your eyes, with one ornament from your necklaces.

How beautiful is your love, my sister bride! How better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!

Your lips drip nectar, [my] bride; honey and milk [are] under your lips; the scent of your garments [is] like the scent of Lebanon.

A garden locked [is] my sister bride, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

Awake, O north wind! Come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden! Let its fragrances waft forth! Let my beloved come to his garden, let him eat his choice fruit!

I have come to my garden, my sister bride, I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk! Eat, O friends! {Drink and become drunk [with] love}!

I [was] asleep but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved knocking! "Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is full of dew, {my hair drenched from the moist night air}."

I have taken off my tunic, {must I put it on}? I have bathed my feet, {must I soil them}?

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost yearned for him.

I myself arose to open to my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh upon the handles of the bolt.

I opened myself to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone; my heart sank when he turned away. I sought him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

The sentinels making rounds in the city found me; they beat me, they wounded me; they took my cloak away from me-- {those sentinels on the walls}!

I adjure you, {O maidens of Jerusalem}, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? [Tell him] that I am {lovesick}!

My beloved [is] radiant and {ruddy}, distinguished {among} ten thousand.

{His mouth} [is] sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This [is] my beloved; this [is] my friend, {O young women of Jerusalem}.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned that we may seek him with you?

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the garden bed of the spice, to pasture his flock and to gather lilies in the garden.

{I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me}; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

You [are] beautiful, my beloved, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, {overwhelming as an army with banners}.

Turn away your eyes from before me, for they overwhelm me. Your hair [is] like a flock of the goats that moves down from Gilead.

My dove, {she is the one}; my perfect, {she is the only one}; she [is] {the favorite of} her mother who bore her. Maidens see her and consider her fortunate; queens and concubines praise her:

I did not know my {heart} set me [in] a chariot of my princely people.

Turn, turn, O Shulammite! Turn, turn so that we may look upon you! Why do you look upon the Shulammite as [at] a dance of the two armies?

Your palate [is] like the best wine that goes down for my beloved, smoothly gliding over my lips and teeth.

{I belong to my beloved}, {and he desires me}!

Come, my beloved, let us {go out to the countryside}; let us spend the night in the villages.

Let us rise early [to go] to the vineyards; let us see whether the vine has budded, [whether] the grape blossom has opened, and [whether] the pomegranates {are in bloom}; there I will give my love to you.

The mandrakes give [off their] fragrance, and {over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit}; both {fresh and dried fruit I have stored up} for you, O my beloved.

{How I wish that you were my little brother}, [who] nursed {upon my mother's breasts}! [If] {I met you outside}, I would kiss you, {and no one would despise me}!

{I would surely bring you} to the house of my mother, {who would surely teach me}; {I would give you spiced wine to drink}, the {sweet wine} of my pomegranates.

His left [hand is] under my head, and his right [hand] embraces me.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love [is] strong as death; passion [is] fierce as Sheol; its flashes [are] flashes of fire; [it is] a blazing flame.

I [was] a wall, and my breasts [were] like the towers, {so [my betrothed] viewed me with great delight}.

{My own "vineyard" belongs to me}; the "thousand" are for you, O Solomon, {and "two hundred" for those who tend its fruit}.

O you who dwell in the garden, [my] companions are listening to your voice. Let me hear [it]!

Flee, my beloved! {Be like a gazelle} or {a young stag} upon {the perfumed mountains}!