Young Womana
for your love is sweeter than wine.
your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils.
No wonder all the young women love you!
The king has brought me into his bedroom.
Young Women of Jerusalem
How happy we are for you, O king.
We praise your love even more than wine.
Young Woman
How right they are to adore you.
O women of Jerusalem —
dark as the tents of Kedar,
dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.
the sun has darkened my skin.
My brothers were angry with me;
they forced me to care for their vineyards,
so I couldn’t care for myself — my own vineyard.
Where will you rest your sheep at noon?
For why should I wander like a prostituteb
among your friends and their flocks?
Young Man
follow the trail of my flock,
and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
your earrings set them afire!
How lovely is your neck,
enhanced by a string of jewels.
and beads of silver.
Young Woman
enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
lying between my breasts.
from the vineyards of En-gedi.
Young Man
how beautiful!
Your eyes are like doves.
Young Woman
pleasing beyond words!
The soft grass is our bed;
and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.