(to him) Tell me, my dearest love, where are your sheep grazing today? Where are you resting with your flock at midday? I want to come to you. Why must I go looking for you like the veiled women wandering among the flocks of your friends?

Her: My love is like an apple tree in a wooded forest; he is a ripe tree among a grove of saplings, those young men. I sat beneath his ample shade, filled with such joy. I tasted the sweetness of his fruit and longed for more.

(to the young women of Jerusalem) Promise me that if you find my love, you will speak with him, telling him that I am faint with love.