The Woman

Your lips cover me with kisses;
your love is better than wine.
There is a fragrance about you;
the sound of your name recalls it.
No woman could help
loving you.

 Take me with you, we'll run away;
be my kind and take me to your room.
We will be happy together,
drink deep, and lose ourselves in love.
No wonder all women love you!

 Women of Jerusalem, I am dark but beautiful,
dark as the desert tents of Kedar,
but beautiful as the curtains in 
Solomon's palace.

 Don't look down on me because of my color,
because the sun has tanned me.
My brothers were angry with me
and make me work in the vineyard.
I had no time to care for myslef.

 Tell me, my love,
where will you lead your flock to graze?
Where will they rest from the noonday sun?
Why should I need to look for you
among the flocks of the other shepherds?

 The Man

Don't you know the place, loveliest of women?
Go and follow the flock;
find pasture for your goats
near the tents of the shepherds.

 You, my love, excite men
as a mare excites the stallions of 
Pharoah's chariots.
Your hair is beautiful upon your cheeks
and falls along your neck like jewels.
But we will make for you a chain of gold
with ornaments of silver.

 The Woman
My king was lying on his couch,
and his perfume filled the air with fragrance.
My lover has the scent of myrrh
as he lies upon my breasts.
My lover is like the wild flowers
that bloom in the vineyards at Engedi.

 The Man
How beautiful you are, my love;
how your eyes shine with love!

 The Woman
How handsome you are, my dearest;
how you delight me!
The green grass will be out bed;
the cedars will be the beams of our house,
and the cypress-tress the ceiling.
I am only a wild flower in Sharon,
a lily in a mountain valley.
The Songs of Songs (1-1:17)