Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

“Sustain me with raisin cakes,
Refresh me with apples,
Because I am lovesick.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.