1:4 Draw me
May the king
The Maidens
We will
we will praise
The Beloved to Her Lover:
How rightly
The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my heart
where do you pasture your sheep?
Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat?
Tell me lest
beside the flocks of your companions!
3:2 “I will arise
and throughout the streets
I will search for my beloved.”
I searched for him but I did not find him.