To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee.

Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee.

To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor.

We will make for thee rows of gold, with marks of silver.

Behold thee fair, my friend; behold thee beautiful; thine eyes are doves'.

Behold thee beautiful, my beloved, also pleasant: also our bed is green.

Until the day shall breathe and the shadows fled away, turn, thou, it being likened to thee, my beloved, to the roe, or to the fawn of the hind upon the mountains of section.

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

All of thee beautiful, my friend, and no blemish in thee.

Where went thy beloved, O beautiful one among women? where turned away thy beloved, and we will seek him with thee.

Turn back, turn back, thou Shulamite; turn back, turn back, and we will look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As the stringed instrument of the camps.

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, and the locks of thy head as purple; the King being bound in curls.

We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee.

The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee.

Who will give thee as a brother to me, sucking the breasts of my mother? I shall find thee without, I shall kiss thee; also they shall not despise me.

I will lead thee, I will bring thee to the house of my mother; thou wilt teach me: I will give thee to drink from spiced wine from the new wine of my pomegranate.

Who this coming up from the desert, leaning herself upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused thee: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she bearing thee, brought forth .

My vineyard to me before me: a thousand to thee, O Solomon, and two hundred to those watching its fruit.

Flee, my beloved, and be it likened to thee to the roe or to the fawn of the hinds upon the mountains of spices.