You godly ones, shout for joy because of the Lord! It is appropriate for the morally upright to offer him praise.

I will destroy Daughter Zion, who is as delicate and defenseless as a young maiden.

The Lover to His Beloved: My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as bannered armies!

Praise the Lord, for it is good to sing praises to our God! Yes, praise is pleasant and appropriate!

Excessive speech is not becoming for a fool; how much less are lies for a ruler!

Luxury is not appropriate for a fool; how much less for a servant to rule over princes!

Like snow in summer or rain in harvest, so honor is not fitting for a fool.

The Beloved to the Maidens: I am dark but lovely, O maidens of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Qedar, lovely like the tent curtains of Salmah.

Your lips are like a scarlet thread; your mouth is lovely. Your forehead behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

The Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountain crags, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.