1
My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
2
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
3
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as set in array.
4
Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
5
Thy teeth are as flocks of shorn , that have gone up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and there is none barren among them: thy lips are as a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely.