There will I tarry for thee, my love, with mine host and with my chariots, which shall be no fewer than Pharaoh's.

Me think I hear the voice of my beloved: lo, there cometh he hopping upon the mountains, and leaping over the little hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.

Behold, about Solomon's bedstead there stand sixty valiant men of the most mighty in Israel.

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.

Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men.

Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. There's a sound! My beloved is knocking. "Open up for me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,
He who feeds his flock among the lilies.”

Thy teeth, are like a flock of sheep which have come up from the washing-place, - whereof, all of them, are twin-bearers, and bereaved, is there none among them:

Threescore, are the queens, and, fourscore, are the concubines, - and, virgins, there are, without number.

I was beside myself with joy! There please give me your myrrh, O daughter of my princely people.

(The Chorus)
“Return, return, O Shulammite;
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.”

There will I turn me unto my love, and he shall turn him unto me.

Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, - There, will I give my caresses to thee.

there shall the mandragoras give their smell beside our doors; there, O my love, have I kept unto thee all manner of fruits, both new and old.

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth.