| 1 | I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers! |
| 2 | I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night." |
| 3 | I had put off my garment, how could I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them? |
| 4 | My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me. |
| 5 | I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt. |
| 6 | I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer. |
| 7 | The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls. |
| 8 | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love. |
| 9 | What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us? |
| 10 | My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand. |
| 11 | His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven. |
| 12 | His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set. |
| 13 | His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh. |
| 14 | His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires. |
| 15 | His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars. |
| 16 | His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
| 1 | Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? |
| 2 | My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 3 | I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies. |
| 4 | You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. |
| 5 | Turn away your eyes from me, for they disturb me -- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead. |
| 6 | Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved. |
| 7 | Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. |
| 8 | There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. |
| 9 | My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy; the queens and concubines also, and they praised her. |
| 10 | "Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army with banners?" |
| 11 | I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom. |
| 12 | Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince. |
| 13 | Return, return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies? |
| 1 | How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand. |
| 2 | Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies. |
| 3 | Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. |
| 4 | Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rab'bim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus. |
| 5 | Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses. |
| 6 | How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden! |
| 7 | You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters. |
| 8 | I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples, |
| 9 | and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth. |
| 10 | I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. |
| 11 | Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages; |
| 12 | let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. |
| 13 | The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved. |
| 1 | O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me. |
| 2 | I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates. |
| 3 | O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me! |
| 4 | I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please. |
| 5 | Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in travail with you, there she who bore you was in travail. |
| 6 | Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. |
| 7 | Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned. |
| 8 | We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for? |
| 9 | If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. |
| 10 | I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who brings peace. |
| 11 | Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-ha'mon; he let out the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver. |
| 12 | My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred. |
| 13 | O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it. |
| 14 | Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices. |
