There's water in her cistern
Running water in her well,
Don't go searching in the streets
Streaming in the public square
When true love is in your gal.
All she has is yours alone
Never shared with any other,
For your fountain there is blessed,
Your lovely graceful deer
Satisfaction only in her breast.
Be captivated by her love alone
For the Lord examines all your paths,
All you do is in full view
Wrong choices will ensnare the heart
Deathly sin will hold you fast,
So go home and love her to the last.