O' woman of my heart, come and let us serve the Lord;
for you are a queen of the earth. What better treasure can a man obtain on earth than a godly woman?
She is far more precious than aloes, myrrh, and all precious ointments. When she rests, it is in the arms of the Lord.
In the early morning, when the spirit of the Lord moves, she arises; the birds sing, the cock crows, and the sun rises to greet her.
O' woman of the Lord, where art thou?
O' holy woman, my soul longs for thee.
Let us come together and worship the Lord.
Come. Let us magnify Him.
I looked unto the hills, and you were not there.
I looked in the valley, and you were not there.
I journeyed through the villages and I could not find thee. Where art thou, O' woman?
Shall I make my content in the dust of the earth? Nay, for you are my queen from the Lord. Unveil thy beauty, so that I may avow thee.
My heart diligently awaits for thee.
For the spirit of the Lord has opened my eyes and I have never been so sufficed in all of my days. My heart weeps and summons for thee.
My soul longs for thy presence. My heart whispers passionately, "Where is she", to my soul,
"Where is the woman of the Lord?"
O' how I long to be with thee.
Come to me, O' woman of my heart.
Come to me, O' woman of the Lord.