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Listen! My beloved! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.
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Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
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The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.”
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Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant?
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come out, and look, you daughters of Zion. Look on King Solomon wearing a crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of leopards.
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She
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
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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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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
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Friends
Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! He
Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?
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Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
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Friends
Who is this coming up from the wilderness leaning on her beloved? She
Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
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She
Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.
