One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.

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

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.

My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

I made the door open to my loved one; but my loved one had taken himself away, and was gone, my soul was feeble when his back was turned on me; I went after him, but I did not come near him; I said his name, but he gave me no answer.

What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

Where is your loved one gone, O most fair among women? Where is your loved one turned away, that we may go looking for him with you?

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.