Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

While the King is in His circle, my spikenard gives its smell.

King Solomon made himself a litter-bed of Lebanon's trees.

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Your head on you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple cloth; the King is held captive in its tresses.