To the chief Musician{H8764)} upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil{H8688)}, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing{H8804)} a good matter: I speak{H8802)} of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer{H8802)}.

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves.

Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.