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.

You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.

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.

There are sixty queens, and eighty servant-wives, and young girls without number.

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.

Who is this, who comes up from the waste places, resting on her loved one? It was I who made you awake under the apple-tree, where your mother gave you birth; there she was in pain at your birth.