Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For yourb love isc more delightful than wine.
The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young womend adore you.
Take mee with you-let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bringf me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.g7
Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herselfhi beside the flocks of your companions?
If you do not know, most beautiful of women, followj the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
I compare you, my darling, to ak mare among Pharaoh's chariots.l10
Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.
While the king is on his couch,m my perfumen releases its fragrance.
My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.
My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.o