“O my love, you are altogether beautiful and fair.
There is no flaw nor blemish in you!

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

“There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,
And maidens without number;

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

“Let us go out early to the vineyards;
Let us see whether the vine has budded
And its blossoms have opened,
And whether the pomegranates have flowered.
There I will give you my love.

(The Chorus)
“Who is this coming up from the wilderness
Leaning upon her beloved?”