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. --

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.

Responded my beloved, and said to me, - 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.

The supports thereof, made he of silver, the couch thereof, of gold, the seat thereof, of purple, - the midst thereof, hath an inlay of love from the daughters of Jerusalem.

Nard and saffron, sweet cane and cinnamon, with all woods of frankincense, - myrrh and aloes, with all the chiefs of spices:

His eyes, like doves, by the channels of water, - bathing in milk, set as gems in a ring:

His hands, cylinders of gold, set with topaz, - His body, wrought work of ivory, covered with sapphires:

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

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

I said, I will ascend the palm-tree, I will lay hold of its fruit stalks - Oh then, let thy breasts, I pray thee, be like vine-clusters, And, the fragrance of thy nose, like apples;

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