'On my bed night after night I sought him Whom my soul loves; I sought him but did not find him.
‘I must arise now and go around in the city; In the streets and in the public squares I must seek him whom my soul loves.’ I sought him but did not find him.
The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, And I said,
‘Have you seen him whom my soul loves?’
Hardly had I left them When I found him whom my soul loves; I held on to him and would not let him go Until I had brought him to my mother’s house, And into the room of her who conceived me.'
'Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, That you will not disturb or awaken my
love Until she pleases.'
'What is this coming up from the wilderness Like columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the scented powders of the merchant?
Behold, it is the traveling
couch of Solomon; Sixty warriors around it, Of the warriors of Israel.
All of them are wielders of the sword, Expert in war; Each man has his sword at his side, Guarding
against the terrors of the night.
King Solomon has made for himself a sedan chair From the timber of Lebanon.
He made its posts of silver, Its back of gold And
its seat of purple fabric, With
its interior lovingly inlaid By the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go out, you daughters of Zion, And look at King Solomon with the crown With which his mother has crowned him On the day of his wedding, And on the day of the joy of his heart.'
'How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like
doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of newly
Which have come up from their
watering place, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is beautiful. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate Behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David, Built with layers of stones On which are hung a thousand shields, All the round shields of the warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle That graze among the lilies.
Until the cool of the day When the shadows flee, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.
'You are altogether beautiful, my darling, And there is no blemish on you.
with me from Lebanon, my
bride, You shall come with me from Lebanon. You shall come down from the summit of Amana, From the summit of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the mountains of leopards.
You have enchanted my heart, my sister, my
bride; You have enchanted my heart with a single glance
of your eyes, With a single strand of your necklace.
How beautiful is your love, my sister, my
bride! How much sweeter is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your oils Than that of
all kinds of
Your lips drip honey, my
bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
A locked garden is my sister, my
bride, A locked spring, a sealed fountain.
Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates With delicious fruits, henna with nard plants,
Nard and saffron, spice reed and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense, Myrrh, and aloes, along with all the finest balsam oils.
a garden spring, A well of fresh water, And flowing streams
'Awake, north wind,
And come, wind of
the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance,
May its balsam oils flow. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its delicious fruits!'