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2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among
 the sons.  I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit
 was sweet to my taste.
2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was
 love.
2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples:  for I am sick of love.
2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds
 of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
2:8 The voice of my beloved!  behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains,
 skipping upon the hills.
2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:  behold, he standeth behind
 our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, showing himself through the
 lattice.
2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and
 come away.
2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is
 come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
2:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the
 tender grape give a good smell.  Arise, my love, my fair one, and come
 away.
2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places
 of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet
 is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:  for our
 vines have tender grapes.
2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:  he feedeth among the lilies.
2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and
 be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

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3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:  I sought him, but
 I found him not.
3:2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad
 ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth:  I sought him, but I found him
 not.
3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me:  to whom I said, Saw ye
 him whom my soul loveth?
3:4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my
 soul loveth:  I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him
 into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
3:5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds
 of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
3:6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke,
 perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
3:7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about
 it, of the valiant of Israel.
3:8 They all hold swords, being expert in war:  every man hath his sword
 upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
3:9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
3:10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold,
 the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love,
 for the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the
 crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in
 the day of the gladness of his heart.

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4:1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
 doves' eyes within thy locks:  thy hair is as a flock of goats, that
 appear from mount Gilead.
4:2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came
 up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren
 among them.
4:3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: 
 thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4:4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon
 there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
4:5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed
 among the lilies.
4:6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the
 mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
4:7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon:  look from
 the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens,
 from the mountains of the leopards.
4:9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished
 my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
4:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!  how much better is thy
 love than wine!  and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
4:11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:  honey and milk are
 under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of
 Lebanon.
4:12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a
 fountain sealed.
4:13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
 camphire, with spikenard,
4:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
 frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
4:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from
 Lebanon.
4:16 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 pleasant fruits.

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5:1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:  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.
5:2 I sleep, but my heart waketh:  it is the voice of my beloved that
 knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: 
 for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
5:3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?  I have washed my feet;
 how shall I defile them?
5:4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were
 moved for him.
5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and
 my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
5:6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was
 gone:  my soul failed when he spake:  I sought him, but I could not find
 him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
5:7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they
 wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
5:8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye
 tell him, that I am sick of love.
5:9 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 charge us?
5:10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
5:11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black
 as a raven.
5:12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
 with milk, and fitly set.
5:13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:  his lips
 like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
5:14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:  his belly is as
 bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
5:15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: 
 his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
5:16 His mouth is most sweet:  yea, he is altogether lovely.  This is
 my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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6:1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?  whither is thy
 beloved turned aside?  that we may seek him with thee.
6:2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed
 in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine:  he feedeth among the
 lilies.
6:4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
 terrible as an army with banners.
6:5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:  thy hair is
 as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6:6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,
 whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
6:7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
6:8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins
 without number.
6:9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her
 mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her.  The daughters saw
 her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they
 praised her.
6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon,
 clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley,
 and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
6:12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
6:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon
 thee.  What will ye see in the Shulamite?  As it were the company of two
 armies.

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7:1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!  the joints
 of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning
 workman.
7:2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:  thy
 belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
7:3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
 Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim:  thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon
 which looketh toward Damascus.
7:5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like
 purple; the king is held in the galleries.
7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of
 grapes.
7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs
 thereof:  now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the
 smell of thy nose like apples;
7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth
 down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
7:10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the
 villages.
7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish,
 whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth:  there
 will I give thee my loves.
7:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of
 pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my
 beloved.

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8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! 
 when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be
 despised.
8:2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would
 instruct me:  I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my
 pomegranate.
8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should
 embrace me.
8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake
 my love, until he please.
8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her
 beloved?  I raised thee up under the apple tree:  there thy mother brought
 thee forth:  there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
8:6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:  for love
 is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave:  the coals thereof
 are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it:  if a
 man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be
 contemned.
8:8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:  what shall we do for
 our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
8:9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:  and if
 she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers:  then was I in his eyes as
 one that found favour.
8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto
 keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces
 of silver.
8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:  thou, O Solomon, must
 have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice:
  cause me to hear it.
8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart
 upon the mountains of spices.