To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee.

Who is this coming up from the desert as columns of smoke of burning incense, of myrrh and frankincense from all the powder of the trader.

His palate, sweetness: he is all loveliness. This my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Who this looking forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, a terror as those being furnished with banners?

This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters.

Who this coming up from the desert, leaning herself upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused thee: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she bearing thee, brought forth .