'If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go out on the trail of the flock, And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.
'To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks are delightful with jewelry, Your neck with strings of beads.'
'We will make for you jewelry of gold With beads of silver.'
'While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.'
'How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like
'How handsome you are, my beloved, And
so delightful! Indeed, our bed is luxuriant!