My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.

Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men.

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine; He feeds among the lilies.

Who is she who looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as armies with banners?

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be scorned.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and for the keepers of its fruit, two hundred.