Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest (thy flock), Where thou makest (it) to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Awake, O north wind; And come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.
I am come into my garden, my sister, (my) bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
What is thy beloved more than (another) beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than (another) beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, (As) banks of sweet herbs: His lips are (as) lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.