If you know not, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with chains.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; you have doves' eyes.

Behold, you are beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is green.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up or awake my Love until He please.

My Beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, He stands behind our wall, He looks forth at the windows, peering from the lattice.

the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

O My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is beautiful.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.

Until when does the day blow, and the shadows flee away? Turn, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of Bether.

Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men are around it, of Israel's mighty men.

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves' from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.

Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.

You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.

How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!

Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna and spikenard,

What is your Beloved more than another beloved, most beautiful among women? What is your Beloved more than another beloved, that you adjure us so?

His head is like refined gold; His locks are bushy, black as a raven.

His eyes are as doves' eyes on the rivers of waters, washed with milk, sitting on a setting.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices, a raised bed of aromatic herbs. His lips are as lilies dropping flowing myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold; His face is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.

O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as inspiring as an army with banners.

Turn away your eyes from Me, for they have overcome Me; your hair is like a flock of goats that appears from Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which go up from the washing; they all are bearing twins, and a barren one is not among them.

Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two camps.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fish-pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Beth-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

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

How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of grapes.

I said, I will go up in the palm tree, I will take hold of its stalk. And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples;

and the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my Beloved, that goes down smoothly for my Beloved, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

The love-apples give a scent, and over our doors are all pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for You, O my Beloved.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, why should you stir up or awaken my Love until it pleases?

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm; for love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice; cause me to hear.

Hurry, my Beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young deer, the stag, on the mountains of spices.

Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth; for Jehovah has spoken, I have nursed and brought up sons, and they have rebelled against Me.

Your land is wasted, your cities burned with fire. Strangers devour your land right before your eyes, and it is wasted, as overthrown by strangers.

Hear the Word of Jehovah, rulers of Sodom; give ear to the Law of our God, people of Gomorrah.

To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices to Me? says Jehovah; I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I do not delight in the blood of bulls, or of lambs, or of he-goats.

When you come to appear before Me, who has required this at your hand, to trample My courts?

Your new moons and your appointed feasts My soul hates; they are a trouble to Me; I am weary to bear them.

And when you spread out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; yea, when you make many prayers, I will not hear; your hands are full of blood.

Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes; cease to do evil;

Come now, and let us reason together, says Jehovah; though your sins are as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.

If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land;

Your silver has become dross, your wine mixed with water;

your rulers are rebellious, and companions of thieves; everyone loves a bribe, and is pursuing rewards; they do not judge the orphan, nor does the cause of the widow come to them.

And I will turn back My hand on you, and purge away your dross as with lye, and take away all your alloy.

And I will restore your judges as at first, and your counselors as at the beginning; afterwards you shall be called the city of righteousness, the faithful city.

And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.

For You have forsaken Your people the house of Jacob, because they have become full from the east, and are fortune-tellers like the Philistines. And they clap their hands with the children of strangers.

the mighty man, and the man of war, the judge, and the prophet, and the prudent, and the ancient,

When a man shall take hold of his brother of the house of his father, saying, You have clothing, you be our ruler, and let this ruin be under your hand;

For Jerusalem is ruined and Judah has fallen; because their tongue and their doings are against Jehovah, to provoke the eyes of His glory.

As for my people, children are their taskmasters, and women rule over them. Oh my people, your rulers cause you to go astray and destroy the way of your paths.

Jehovah will enter into judgment with the elders of His people, and their kings; for you have eaten up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses.

And Jehovah says, Because the daughters of Zion are proud, and have walked with stretched out necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet;

Your men shall fall by the sword, and your mighty in the war.

And in that day seven women shall take hold of one man, saying, we will eat our own bread and wear our own clothing; only let us be called by your name, to take away our shame.

Woe to those who join house to house, laying field to field, until the end of space, and you are made to dwell alone in the middle of the land!

And the lyre, and the harp, the timbrel, and pipe, and wine, are at their feasts; but they do not regard the work of Jehovah. Yea, they do not see the work of His hands.

And man is bowed down, and man is humbled and the eyes of the lofty are humbled.

Therefore the anger of Jehovah is kindled on His people, and He has stretched out His hand against them, and has stricken them; and the hills trembled, and their dead bodies were as filth in the midst of the streets. In all this His anger is not turned away, but His hand is stretched out still.

whose arrows are sharp, and all their bows bent; their horses' hoofs seem like flint, and their wheels like a whirlwind.

In the year that King Uzziah died I then saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and His train filled the temple.

And he laid it on my mouth and said, Lo, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away, and your sin purged.

Then I said, Lord, how long? And He answered, Until the cities are wasted without inhabitant, and the houses without man, and the land laid waste, a desolation,

And it happened in the days of Ahaz the son of Jotham, the son of Uzziah, king of Judah, Rezin the king of Syria, and Pekah the son of Remaliah, king of Israel, went up toward Jerusalem to war against it, but could not overcome it.

And it was told the house of David, saying, Syria is allied with Ephraim. And his heart was moved, and the heart of his people, as the trees of the woods are moved by the wind.

Then Jehovah said to Isaiah, Go out now to meet Ahaz, you and Shear-jashub your son, at the end of the conduit of the upper pool in the highway of the Fuller's Field.

Ask a sign of Jehovah your God; ask it either in the depth, or in the height above.

Jehovah shall bring on you, and on your people, and on your father's house, days that have not come, since the days that Ephraim departed from Judah, the king of Assyria.

And it shall be, in that day every place where there were a thousand vines, worth a thousand pieces of silver, it shall even be for briers and thorns.

And all hills which were hoed with the hoe, you shall not come there for fear of briers and thorns; but it shall be for the sending out of the ox, and for the trampling of sheep.

And I took to myself faithful witnesses to record, Uriah the priest and Zechariah the son of Jeberechiah.

And he shall pass through Judah. He shall overflow and go over; he shall reach to the neck. And the stretching out of his wings shall fill the breadth of your land, O Immanuel.

Suffer evil, O people, and be broken! And give ear, all from the far places of the earth. Gird yourselves and be broken. Gird yourselves and be broken!

Sanctify Jehovah of Hosts Himself, and let Him be your fear, and let Him be your dread.

Behold, I and the children whom Jehovah has given me are for signs and for wonders in Israel from Jehovah of Hosts, who dwells in Mount Zion.

And they shall look to the land; and behold, trouble and darkness and gloom of anguish! And they are driven away into darkness.

The bricks have fallen down, but we will build with cut stones; the sycamores are cut down, but we use cedars instead.

For the leaders of this people led them astray; and their guided ones are swallowed up.

And what will you do in the day of judgment and in destruction, of ruin when it comes from afar? To whom will you flee for help? And where will you leave your glory?