Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock , Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

“I had taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I had washed my feet,
How could I get them dirty again?

Let your eyes be turned away from me; see, they have overcome me; your hair is as a flock of goats which take their rest on the side of Gilead.

Come, my loved one, let us go out into the field; let us take rest among the cypress-trees.