| 1 | Bride: My beloved has descended to his garden, to the courtyard of aromatic plants, in order to pasture in the gardens and gather the lilies. |
| 2 | I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies. |
| 3 | Groom to Bride: My love, you are beautiful: sweet and graceful, like Jerusalem; terrible, like an army in battle array. |
| 4 | Avert your eyes from me, for they have caused me fly away. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which have appeared out of Gilead. |
| 5 | Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, which have ascended from the washing, each one with its identical twin, and not one among them is barren. |
| 6 | Like the skin of a pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for your hiddenness. |
| 7 | There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number. |
| 8 | One is my dove, my perfect one. One is her mother; elect is she who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they proclaimed her most blessed. The queens and concubines saw her, and they praised her. |
| 9 | Chorus to Groom: Who is she, who advances like the rising dawn, as beautiful as the moon, as elect as the sun, as terrible as an army in battle array? |
| 10 | Bride: I descended to the garden of nuts, in order to see the fruits of the steep valleys, and to examine whether the vineyard had flourished and the pomegranates had produced buds. |
| 11 | I did not understand. My soul was stirred up within me because of the chariots of Amminadab. |
| 12 | Chorus to Bride: Return, return, O Sulamitess. Return, return, so that we may consider you. |
