O' that thy mouth would give me a kiss, for thy breasts are more pleasant than wine, and that because of the good and pleasant savoure. Thy name is sweet smelling ointment, therefore do the maidens love thee: Yee that same moveth me also to run after thee.
The king hath brought me in to his private chamber. We will be glad and rejoice in thee, we think more of thy breasts then of wine: well is them that love thee.
I am black ( O' ye daughters of Jerusalem ) like as the tents of Cedarenes, and as the hangings of Solomon: but yet am I fair and well favored withal. Marvel not at me I am so black: And why? the sun hath shined upon me.
For when my mothers children had evil will at me, they made me the keeper of the vineyard. Thus I *faine to keep a vineyard, which was not mine own.
Tell me, (O' thou whom my soul loveth) where thou feedest, where thou resteth at the noon day: least I go wrong, and come into the flocks of thy companions.
If thou know not thyself ( O' thou fairest among women) go thy way forth after the footsteps of the sheep, as though thou wouldest feed thy goats beside the shepherds tents. There will I tarry for thee ( my love ) with mine host and with my chariots, which shall be no fewer than Pharaohs. Then thy cheeks and neck be made fair, and hanged with spangles and goodly jewels: a neck band of gold will we make thee with silver buttons.
When the king sitteth at his table, he shall smell my *Nard spikenard: for a bundle of Myrre ( O' my beloved ) layeth betwixt my breasts. A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vineyards of Engedi art thou unto me, O' my beloved.
O' how fair art thou ( my love ) how fair art thou? thou hast doves eyes.
O' how fair art thou ( my beloved ) how well favored art thou? Our bed is decked with flowers, the ceilings of our house are of Cedar tree, and our *balks of Cypress.