Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

He

I came to my garden, my sister, my bride, I gathered my myrrh with my spice, I ate my honeycomb with my honey, I drank my wine with my milk.

Others

Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love!

The Bride Searches for Her Beloved

She

I slept, but my heart was awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

My beloved has gone down to his garden to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and to gather lilies.

Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

He

You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!

The Bride Gives Her Love

Come, my beloved, let us go out into the fields and lodge in the villages;

let us go out early to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.