Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love you.

We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.

I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.

I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples,

Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.

If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.