Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

I have put off my coat; how may I put it on? My feet are washed; how may I make them unclean?

My loved one is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to take food in the gardens, and to get lilies.

I am for my loved one, and my loved one is for me; he takes food among the lilies.

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman: