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She
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
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Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
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Take me away with you—let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Friends
We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. She
How right they are to adore you!
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Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
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Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
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Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.
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Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
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He
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.
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I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my heart loves. So I looked for him but did not find him.
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The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. “Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
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Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves. I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
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Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior inlaid with love. Daughters of Jerusalem,
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Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
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How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice!
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He
I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Friends
Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you— if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
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His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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He
You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
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How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!
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Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
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Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
