He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine.

Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee.

Thou shalt not see me, I am black; the sun searched me: my mother's sons were angry with me; they set me to watch the vineyards; my vineyard I watched not for me.

Announce to me, thou whom my soul loved, where thou wilt feed, where thou wilt lie down at noon: wherefore shall I be as he covered by the herds of thy companions.

To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor.

The king yet in his divan, my spikenard gave its odor.

A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me; he shall lodge between my breasts.

A cluster of cypress my beloved to me in the vineyards of the kids' fountain.

Behold thee fair, my friend; behold thee beautiful; thine eyes are doves'.

Behold thee beautiful, my beloved, also pleasant: also our bed is green.

As the lily between thorns, so is my friend between the daughters.

As the apple among the trees of the forest, so my beloved between the sons. In his shadow I delighted, and I sat down, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.

He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.

Sustain me with cakes, and refresh me with apples, for I am pierced of love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right shall embrace me.

The voice of my beloved I behold him coming leaping upon the mountains, springing upon the hills

My beloved is like to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds: behold him standing behind our wall looking forth from the windows, glancing from the lattices.

My beloved answered and said to me, Rise up for thyself, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

The fig tree ripened its unripe figs, and the vines are in blossom; they gave an odor. Rise up, my friend, my beautiful one, and go for thyself.

My dove in the refuges of the rock, in the biding of the steep mountain: cause me to see thy form, cause me to hear thy voice; for thy voice is sweet and thy form becoming.

My beloved to me, and I to him: he feeding among the lilies.

Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section.

Upon my bed in the night I sought him whom my soul loved: I sought him, and I found him not

I will arise now, and I will go round about in the city; in the streets, and in the broad places I will seek him whom my soul loved. I sought him, and I found him not

They watching going about in the city, found me: Saw ye him that my soul loved?

As a little I passed from them till I found him my soul loved: I held him fast, and I shall not let him go till I brought him into my mother's house, and to the chamber of her conceiving me.

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

All of thee beautiful, my friend, and no blemish in thee.

Thou shalt come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: thou shalt go round about from the head of faith, from the head of Shenir and Hermon, from the dwellings of lions, from the mountains of panthers.

Thou didst rob me of the heart, my sister, O bride; thou didst rob me of the heart with one of thine eyes, with one necklace of thy neck.

How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices.

A garden shut up, my sister, O bride; a reservoir shut up, a fountain sealed.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden; its spices shall flow out. My beloved shall come to his garden, and he shall eat his most precious fruits.

I Came to my garden, my sister, O spouse: I gathered my myrrh with my spices; I ate my droppings with my honey; I drank my wine with my milk: Eat, O friends; drink ye, and drink to the full, O beloved ones.

I slept and my heart waked: the voice of my beloved knocks at the door; Open to me, my sister, my friend, my dove, my perfect one: my head was filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night

I put off my tunic, and how shall I put it on? I washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

My beloved sent his hand from the hole, and my bowels were disquieted for him.

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dropped myrrh, and my fingers, myrrh overflowing upon the hands of the bolt

I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not

They watching going round about in the city, found me; they struck me, they wounded me: they watching the wall took away my veil from me.

I adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye shall find my beloved, what ye shall announce to him: I am pierced by love.

My beloved is white and ruddy, bearing the standard of ten thousand.

His palate, sweetness: he is all loveliness. This my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

My beloved went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I to my beloved, and my beloved to me: he feeding among the lilies.

Thou art beautiful my friend, as delight; becoming as Jerusalem, a terror as those being furnished with banners.

Turn away thine eyes from before me; they enlarged me: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from Gilead.

She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

I knew not my soul set me the chariots of my willing people.

And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.

I to my beloved, and upon me his desire.

Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages.

We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee.

The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee.

Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me.

I will lead thee, I will bring thee to the house of my mother; thou wilt teach me: I will give thee to drink from spiced wine from the new wine of my pomegranate.

His left hand under my head, and his right shall embrace me.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love was strong as death; jealousy hard as hades: its flames, flames of fire, flames of Jehovah.

I am a wall, and my breasts as towers: then was I in his eyes as finding peace.

My vineyard to me before me: a thousand to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to those watching its fruit.

Thou sitting in the gardens, the companions attending to thy voice: cause thou me to hear.

Flee, my beloved, and be it likened to thee to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of spices.