I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake love, till it pleases.

I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it pleases.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.

How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights!

The mandrakes give a fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until it pleases.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend its fruit two hundred.