Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed [thy flock], where thou make [it] to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.

Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.

Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Where has thy beloved turned, that we may seek him with thee?

Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

How fair and how pleasant thou are, O love, for delights!

Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.

Thou who dwell in the gardens, the companions hearken for thy voice. Cause me to hear it.

Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.