The Bride
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; “Lord, your love is better than wine.
Because of your good essential essence, like fragrant oil poured forth, all my love is thine.”

“Draw me, my king, you hath brought me into the chambers of your bed
We will be glad and rejoice, we will remember our love as wine or bread.”

I am tan, and lovely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, girls of royal kin.
Look not down upon me, because I am swarthy, darkened by the sun and not by sin.

For my brothers were angry with me; they made me a worker of the field.
My own vineyards I have not kept, but with fountain it is sealed.

Tell me, O you whom my soul loveth, where you feedest and rest thy flock at noon:
Why should I be unknown to your companions – as distant as the moon.

Her Friends
If you know not, O you fairest among women, follow the flock,
And beside the shepherds' tents feed thy young and bearded caprine stock.

The Bride
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of Pharaoh's equine chariot.
Your cheeks are handsome as with rows of jewels, your neck with golden lariot.

While the king sitteth at his table, my Lavender perfume floats forth from my narded chest.
A bundle of myrrh is He to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, thy dove-eyes can behold our couch is green and ripe and ready