The Song of Songs, that is Solomon's.

So is my friend among the daughters!

As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate.

My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.

The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'

Lo, his couch, that is Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones are around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

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.

Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

Return, return, O Shulammith! Return, return, and we look upon thee. What do ye see in Shulammith?

I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

We lodge in the villages, we go early to the vineyards, We see if the vine hath flourished, The sweet smelling-flower hath opened. The pomegranates have blossomed, There do I give to thee my loves;

I lead thee, I bring thee in unto my mother's house, She doth teach me, I cause thee to drink of the perfumed wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate,