love
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?
Catch the foxes, the little foxes, before they ruin our vineyard in bloom.
You, my love, excite men as a mare excites the stallions of Pharaoh's chariots.
Figs are beginning to ripen; the air is fragrant with blossoming vines. Come then, my love; my darling, come with me.
My lover speaks to me.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem, that if you find my lover, you will tell him I am weak from passion.
Promise me, women of Jerusalem; swear by the swift deer and the gazelles that you will not interrupt our love.
How beautiful you are, my love; how your eyes shine with love!
Promise me, women of Jerusalem; swear by the swift deer and the gazelles that you will not interrupt our love.
We will get up early and look at the vines to see whether they've started to grow, whether the blossoms are opening and the pomegranate trees are in bloom. There I will give you my love.
