Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

‘The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.

How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters.

Oh that thou hadst been a very brother to me, who had sucked the breasts of my own mother, - Had I found thee without, I had kissed thee, Yea, folk would not have despised me!

I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

(The Bridegroom)
“O you who sit in the gardens,
My companions are listening for your voice—
Let me hear it.”