My dove, my very beautiful one, is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the dearest one of her who gave her birth. The daughters saw her, and gave her a blessing; yes, the queens and the servant-wives, and they gave her praises.

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.

You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

I am sleeping, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my loved one at the door, saying, Be open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my very beautiful one; my head is wet with dew, and my hair with the drops of the night.

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.