My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my kinsman's, and my kinsman is mine, who feeds among the lilies.
Thou art fair, my companion, as Pleasure, beautiful as Jerusalem, terrible as set in array.
Turn away thine eyes from before me, for they have ravished me: thy hair is as flocks of goats which have appeared from Galaad.
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.
Thy cheek is like the rind of a pomegranate, without thy veil.
There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.
My dove, my perfect one is one; she is the one of her mother; she is the choice of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and the queens will pronounce her blessed, yea, and the concubines, and they will praise her.
Who is this that looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, choice as the sun, terrible as set in array?
I went down to the garden of nuts, to look at the fruits of the valley, to see if the vine flowered, the pomegranates blossomed.
There I will give thee my breasts: my soul knew not: it made me as the chariots of Aminadab.
Return, return, O Sunamite; return, return, and we will look at thee. What will ye see in the Sunamite? She comes as bands of armies.