Cantares 1

Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.

Por el olor de tus suaves ungüentos, (ungüento derramado es tu nombre,) por eso las doncellas te amaron.

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

Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.