As a little I passed from them till I found him my soul loved: I held him fast, and I shall not let him go till I brought him into my mother's house, and to the chamber of her conceiving me.

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead.

Thy teeth as a herd of the shorn which came up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them.

Turn away thine eyes from before me; they enlarged me: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from Gilead.

Thy teeth as a herd of sheep which went up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them.

She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

Who this coming up from the desert, leaning herself upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused thee: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she bearing thee, brought forth .

A little sister to us, and no breasts to her: what shall we do for our sister in the day it shall be spoken for her?

If she be a wall, we will build upon her a fortress of silver: and if she is a door we will bind upon her a tablet of cedar.