The Beloved’s Brothers:
8:8 We have a little sister,
and as yet she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
on the day when she is spoken for?
8:9 If she is a wall,
we will build on her a battlement
but if she is a door,
we will barricade
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:1 Oh, how I wish you were
nursing at my mother’s breasts;
if I saw
surely
3:3 The night watchmen found me – the ones who guard the city walls.
“Have you seen my beloved?”
3:4 Scarcely
when I found my beloved!
I held onto him
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
to the bedroom chamber
The Beloved to the Maidens:
3:5
by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:
“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
The Speaker:
3:6 Who is this coming up from the desert
like a column of smoke,
like
every kind of fragrant powder