As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons. I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste.

My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?

He made its poles of silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

His mouth is most sweet; yes, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

I did not know, but my soul set me on the chariots of my princely people.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

Come, my Beloved, let us go out into the field; let us stay in the villages.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.