7:39 A wife is bound as long as her husband is living. But if her husband dies,
4:9 You have stolen my heart,
You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
4:10 How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
How much better is your love than wine;
the fragrance of your perfume is better than any spice!
The Lover to His Beloved:
4:12 You are a locked garden,
you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.
The Lover to His Beloved:
5:1 I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk!
The Poet to the Couple:
Eat, friends, and drink!
Drink freely, O lovers!
The Beloved about Her Lover:
5:2 I was asleep, but my mind
Listen!
The Lover to His Beloved:
“Open
my dove, my flawless one!
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
16:1 Now I commend to you our sister Phoebe, who is a servant
16:1 Now I commend to you our sister Phoebe, who is a servant