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.
Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
Groom: Like a lily among the thorns, so is my loved one among the daughters.
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
The keepers who circulate through the city found me. They struck me, and wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
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.
O house of Jacob, let us approach and walk in the light of the Lord.
O Hope of Israel, its Savior in time of tribulation, why would you be like a sojourner in the land, and like a traveler turning aside for lodging?
May the Lord repay you for your work, and may you receive a full reward from the Lord, the God of Israel, to whom you have come, and under whose wings you have taken refuge."