Cantares 1

Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.

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.