My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends

How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead.

Return, return, Shulammite! Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Lover Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite, as at the dance of Mahanaim?

Your two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a roe.

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. Friends