Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.

As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.

As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

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

O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.

Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.

The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?

I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.

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.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; to take my myrrh with my spice; my wax with my honey; my wine with my milk. Take meat, O friends; take wine, yes, be overcome with love.

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 got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

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.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you see my loved one, what will you say to him? That I am overcome with love.

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?

My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

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.

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

I went down into the garden of nuts to see the green plants of the valley, and to see if the vine was in bud, and the pomegranate-trees were in flower.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Let us go out early to the vine-gardens; let us see if the vine is in bud, if it has put out its young fruit, and the pomegranate is in flower. There I will give you my love.

Oh that you were my brother, who took milk from my mother's breasts! When I came to you in the street, I would give you kisses; yes, I would not be looked down on.

I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not let love be moved till it is ready.

We have a young sister, and she has no breasts; what are we to do for our sister in the day when she is given to a man?

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

Solomon had a vine-garden at Baal-hamon; he let out the vine-garden to keepers; every one had to give a thousand bits of silver for its fruit.

My vine-garden, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, will have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of them two hundred.

You who have your resting-place in the gardens, the friends give ear to your voice; make me give ear to it.