The Shulamite to Her Beloved

Tell me, O you whom I love,
Where you feed your flock,
Where you make it rest at noon.
For why should I be as one who veils herself
By the flocks of your companions?

 

Until the day breaks
And the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be like a gazelle
Or a young stag
Upon the mountains of Bether.

  Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.

 Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can the floods drown it.
If a man would give for love All the wealth of his house, It would be utterly despised.

 I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.
 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; Everyone was to bring for its fruit A thousand silver coins.

 Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.