| 1 | Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. |
| 2 | Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts, fragranced with the finest perfumes. |
| 3 | Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you. Draw me forward. |
| 4 | Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. |
| 5 | Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. |
| 6 | Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. |
| 7 | Groom to Bride: The righteous love you. |
| 8 | Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon. |
| 9 | Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. |
| 10 | The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept. |
| 11 | Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions. |
| 12 | Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds. |
| 13 | O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh. |
| 14 | Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar. |
| 15 | Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver. |
| 16 | Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor. |
| 17 | My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts. |
| 18 | My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. |
| 19 | Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove. |
| 20 | Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing. |
| 21 | Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress. |
