The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

The Bride Confesses Her Love

She

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine;

She

I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept!

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

He

If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.

Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

Others

We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.

She

While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

She

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green;

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

He

As a lily among brambles, so is my love among the young women.

She

As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice.

My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away,

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.”

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.

The Bride's Dream

On my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.

I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the squares; I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but found him not.

The watchmen found me as they went about in the city. “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”