1  Thy name is sweet as ointment pour韝forth;

    Better Thy love than wine, O draw Thou me!

    If we the footsteps follow of the flock,

    Entered Thy fellowship of love we'll be.

 2  He's my Beloved, I am His own love;

    He draweth me, pursue I after Him.

    Fragrant as myrrh, I'd hide Him in my heart;

    Beauteous as henna^*, I'd be clothed with Him;

 3  Bathe in His love, and of His fatness taste,

    Lie on His breast, His sweetness there enjoy;

    His love the banner, His affection shown

    Tenderly soothes my heart to purest joy.

 4  Oh, my Beloved's mine, and I am His;

    I am a lily and my Shepherd He;

    May daybreak come, the shadows flee away,

    Him on the mountains as a hart I'd see.

 5  Myrrh of the death with Him and frankincense,

    The resurrection, permeate my heart;

    North wind awake, and let the south wind blow,

    Make my heart's garden pleasure to His heart.

 6  I'd be to Him a dove that's undefiled,

    As a pure lily in His presence be,

    His, wholly His, the joy of all His joys,

    He wholly mine, the Song of songs to me.

 7  Fair as the moon, conformed to Him I'd be,

    Clear as the sun, unto His stature grown;

    For my Beloved, all to please His heart,

    For my Beloved, that His life be shown.

 8  Thou art my life, and I Thine image real;

    Love in such union is as death most strong,

    Ne'er can it be destroyed or e'er replaced

    Till Thou on spices mountains come ere long.