Your breasts are like grapes to me, your breath like the scent of apples. Your mouth is the best wine. I am my beloved’s. Come into the villages, into the vineyards, and I will give you my love. The mandrakes produce fragrance. Fruits are waiting at the door.

Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each one was to bring 1,000 shekels of silver for its fruit. My own vineyard is before me. The thousand are for you, Solomon, and 200 for those who tend its fruit. The friends in the gardens hear your voice.

Come away, my beloved!
Be like a gazelle or a young
stag on the mountains of spices!