Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.

Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.

How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!

I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

Much water may not put out love, or the deep waters overcome it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would be judged a price not great enough.

If she is a wall, we will make on her a strong base of silver; and if she is a door, we will let her be shut up with cedar-wood.

You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.