SHELet him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! THEYFor better are thy caresses than wine:

SHEDraw me! THEYAfter thee, will we run! SHEThe king, hath brought me, into his chambers. THEYWe will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.

SHEDo not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, - My mother's sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. --

Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?

To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!

SHEBy the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:

A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!

A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.

HELo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves!

SHELo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! BOTHYea! our couch, is covered with leaves:

HEAs a lily among thorns, So, is my fair one, among the daughters!

SHEAs an apple-tree among the trees of the forest, So, is my beloved, among the sons: In his shade, I greatly delighted and sat down, And, his fruit, was sweet to my taste.

He hath brought me into the house of wine, and, his banner over me, is love.

Sustain me with raisin-cakes, refresh me with apples, - for sick with love, I am.

His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me!

SHEThe voice of my beloved! Lo! here he cometh, - leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

Resembleth, my beloved, a gazelle, or a young stag, - Lo! here he is, standing behind our wall, looking in at the windows, peeping in at the lattice.

Responded my beloved, and said to me, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away,

The fig-tree, hath spiced her green figs, and, the vines - all blossom, yield fragrance, - Rise up! my fair - my beautiful - one, and come away!

HEO my dove! In the retreats of the crag, in the hiding-place of the terrace, Let me see thy form, Let me hear thy voice, - For, thy voice, is sweet, and, thy form, comely.

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, Again, liken thyself, my beloved, to a gazelle, or to a young stag, upon the cleft mountains. ****

SHEUpon my couch, in the night-time, sought I the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

Come! I must arise, and go about in the city, In the paths and in the broadways, I must seek the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

The watchmen that go round in the city, found me, The beloved of my soul, have ye seen?

Scarcely had I passed from them, when I found the beloved of my soul, - I caught him, and would not let him go, until that I had brought him into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

HELo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves, from behind thy veil, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, which are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

Until the day, breathe, and the shadows, be lengthened, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.

Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, - Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

Thou hast encouraged me, my sister, bride, - thou hast encouraged me, with one glance of thine eyes, with one ornament of thy neck.

How beautiful are thy caresses, my sister, bride, - how much more delightful thy caresses, than wine, and the fragrance of thine oils, than all spices:

A garden barred, is my sister, bride, - a spring barred, a fountain sealed:

SHEAwake, O north wind, and come in, thou south, Fan my garden - its balsams, will flow out, - Let my beloved enter his garden, and eat his precious fruits.

HEI have entered my garden, my sister, bride, I have plucked my myrrh, with my balsam, I have eaten the honey of my thicket, I have drunk my wine, with my milk: - Eat ye, O friends, Drink, yea drink abundantly, ye beloved!

SHEI, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, - The voice of my beloved - knocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.

I have put off my tunic, oh how shall I put it on? I have bathed my feet, oh how shall I soil them?

My beloved, thrust in his hand, at the window, and, my feelings, were deeply moved for him:

I myself, arose, to open to my beloved, - and, my hands, dripped with myrrh, and, my fingers, with myrrh distilling, upon the handles of the bolt.

I myself, opened to my beloved, but, my beloved, had turned away, had passed on, - My soul, had gone out when he spake, I sought him, but found him not, I called him, but he answered not.

The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, - The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.

I adjure you, ye daughters of Jerusalem, - If ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? That, sick with love, I am.

SHE.My beloved, is white and ruddy, conspicuous beyond ten thousand:

His mouth, most sweet, yea, altogether, he is delightful, - This, is my beloved, yea, this, is my dear one, ye daughters of Jerusalem.

DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEMWhither hath thy beloved, gone, thou most beautiful among women? whither hath thy beloved turned him aside? That we may seek him with thee.

I, am, my beloved's, and, my beloved, is mine, he that pastureth among lilies.

HEBeautiful, art thou, my fair one, as Tirzah, comely, as Jerusalem, - majestic as bannered hosts!

Turn away thine eyes from me, for, they, have excited me, - Thy hair, is like a flock of goats, that are reclining on the sides of Mount Gilead:

One alone, is my dove, my perfect one, one alone, was she to her mother, Pure, was she to her that bare her, - The daughters, have seen her, and pronounced her happy, Queens and concubines, and they have praised her.

I know not how it was , my soul, set for me the chariots of my willing people!

THEYReturn, return, O Shulamite, Return, return, that we may look on thee! SHEWhat would ye look on in the Shulamite? THEYAs it were the dance of a double camp --

Thy navel, is a round bowl, may it not lack spiced wine! Thy body, a heap of wheat fenced about with lilies;

And, thy mouth, like good wine - SHEFlowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.

I, am my beloved's, and, unto me, is his longing.

Come, my beloved, Let us go forth into the country, Let us stay the night in the villages:

Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, - There, will I give my caresses to thee.

The love-apples, have given fragrance, and, at our openings, are all precious things, new and yet old, - O my beloved! I have treasured them up for thee.

Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, - Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised me!

I would have guided thee - brought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, - I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand under my head, then, his right hand, embraceth me.

SHESet me as a seal, upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm, For, mighty as death, is love, Exacting as hades, is jealousy, - The flames thereof, are flames of fire, The flash of Yah!

THEYA sister, have we, a little one, and, breasts, hath she none, What shall we do for our sister, in the day when she may be spoken for?

SHEI, was a wall, and, my breasts, like towers, - Then, became I, in his eyes, one who did indeed find good content.

Mine own vineyard, is before me, - The thousand belong to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to the keepers of the fruit thereof.

HEO thou fair dweller in the gardens, the companions are giving heed to thy voice, Let me hear it.

SHECome quickly, my beloved, and resemble thou a gazelle, or a young stag, upon the mountains of balsam-trees.