Let him kiss me over and over again! Your love is better than wine.

My beloved belongs to me and I belong to him. He is the one who shepherds his flock among the lilies.

Night after night on my bed, I sought the one I love; I sought him, but didn't find him.

I'll get up and go all around the city, throughout the streets, and in the squares. I'll seek the one I love. I sought him, but didn't find him.

I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and wouldn't let him go until I brought him to my mother's house, to the room of the one who conceived me.

Come out, young women of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day his day of great delight.

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind. Make my garden breathe out, let its fragrance flow. Let my beloved come into his garden, and let him eat its choicest fruits.

My beloved reached out his hand for the latch. My feelings for him were aroused.

I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned away; he was gone! My very life went out when he departed. I searched for him, but couldn't find him. I called out to him, but he didn't answer.

I charge you, young women of Jerusalem, "If you find my beloved, what are you to tell him? Tell him that I'm weak with love."

His mouth is sweetness, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem!

Where did your beloved go, most beautiful of women? Where did your beloved turn, so we may look for him with you?