Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

What is your loved one more than another, O fairest among women? What is your loved one more than another, that you say this to us?

His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is all beautiful. This is my loved one, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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.