For fragrance are thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

Whither hath thy beloved gone, O fair among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned, And we seek him with thee?

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

Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons,

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;

The mandrakes have given fragrance, And at our openings all pleasant things, New, yea, old, my beloved, I laid up for thee!

Who doth make thee as a brother to me, Sucking the breasts of my mother? I find thee without, I kiss thee, Yea, they do not despise me,

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,

Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.

My vineyard -- my own -- is before me, The thousand is for thee, O Solomon. And the two hundred for those keeping its fruit. O dweller in gardens!