SHEBy the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:

The flowers, have appeared in the earth, the time of the spring-song, hath come, - and, the voice of the turtle, is heard in our land;

SHEUpon my couch, in the night-time, sought I the beloved of my soul, - I sought him, but found him not.

All of them, grasping the sword, trained for war, - every man, with his sword upon his thigh, because of dread, in the night-time.