[Woman]If only he would give me some of his kisses . . . Oh, your loving is sweeter than wine!
Your fragrance is sweet; your very name is perfume. That's why the young women love you.
Take me along with you; let's run! My king has brought me into his chambers, saying, "Let's exult and rejoice in you. Let's savor your loving more than wine. No wonder they all love you!"
Dark am I, and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem— like the black tents of the Kedar nomads, like the curtains of Solomon's palace.
Don't stare at me because I'm darkened by the sun's gaze. My own brothers were angry with me. They made me a caretaker of the vineyards— but I couldn't care for my own vineyard.
Tell me, you whom I love with all my heart— where do you pasture your flock, where do you rest them at noon?— so I don't wander around with the flocks of your companions.
[Man]If you don't know your way, most beautiful of women, then follow the tracks of the herds and graze your little goats by the tents of the shepherds.
I picture you, my dearest, as a mare among Pharaoh's chariots!
Lovely are your cheeks, adorned with ear hoops; your neck, with beads.
Let's make hoops of gold beaded with silver for you!
With my king close by, my perfume filled the air.
A sachet of myrrh is my love to me, lying all night between my breasts.
A cluster of henna flowers is my love to me in the desert gardens of En-gedi.
[Man]Look at you—so beautiful, my dearest! Look at you—so beautiful! Your eyes are doves!
[Woman]Look at you—so beautiful, my love! Yes, delightful! Yes, our bed is lush and green!
The ceilings of our chambers are cedars; our rafters, cypresses.