Draw thou me unto thee; we will run after thee. The king hath brought me into his privy chamber: We will be glad and rejoice in thee, we think more of thy love than of wine. They that be righteous love thee.

Marvel not at me that I am so black: For why? The sun hath shined upon me. My mother's children had evil will at me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

The fig tree hath brought forth her figs, and the vine blossoms give a savour.

They hold swords every one, and are expert in war. Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.

King Solomon hath made himself a bedstead of the wood of Lebanon:

Our sister is but young, and hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister when she shall be spoken for?

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then was I as one that hath found favour in his sight.