I pray you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, tell him that I die of love.

Chorus of Odalisques

In what is the superiority of thy lover, O pearl among women, that thou beseechest us so?

The Shulamite

My beloved’s skin is white and ruddy. He is one in a thousand.... His eyes are as doves.... His cheeks are a bed of flowers.... He is charming. Such is my beloved, such is my dear one, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Chorus of Odalisques

Whither is thy beloved gone, O pearl among women? Which way did he turn, that we may seek him with thee?


The Shulamite

My beloved is gone from the garden.... But I am his and he is mine. He feedeth his flocks among lilies.

(Enter Solomon.)