13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in
the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs arelike
jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is likea round goblet, whichwanteth not liquor: thy belly is likean heap of wheat
set about with lilies.
3 Thy two breasts arelike two young roes that aretwins.
4 Thy neck isas a tower of ivory; thine eyes likethe fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of
Bathrabbim: thy nose isas the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee islike Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king isheld in
the galleries.
6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy
breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth downsweetly,
causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 I ammy beloved's, and his desire istoward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whetherthe tender grape
appear, andthe pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates areall manner of pleasant fruits, new and old,
whichI have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
1 O that thou wertas my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! whenI should find thee
without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, andbring thee into my mother's house, whowould instruct me: I would
cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand should beunder my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake mylove, until he
please.
5 Who isthis that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up
under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth thatbare
thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love isstrong as death;
jealousy iscruel as the grave: the coals thereof arecoals of fire, which hath amost vehement
flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if aman would give all the
substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day
when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she bea wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she bea door, we will
inclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I ama wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the
fruit thereof was to bring a thousand piecesof silver.
12 My vineyard, which ismine, isbefore me: thou, O Solomon, must havea thousand, and those
that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of

spices.