The Beloved to the Maidens:
1:5 I am dark but lovely, O maidens
dark
lovely
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:4 My darling, you are as beautiful as Tirzah,
as lovely as Jerusalem,
as awe-inspiring
The Beloved to the Maidens:
8:4 I admonish you, O maidens
“Do not
The Beloved to the Maidens:
2:7 I adjure you,
by the gazelles and by the young does
Do not awaken or arouse
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 Beloved to the Maidens:
5:8 O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you –
If you find my beloved, what will you tell him?
Tell him that I am lovesick!
5:16 His mouth is very sweet;
he is totally desirable.
This is my beloved!
This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!
3:10 Its posts were made
its back
Its seat was upholstered with purple wool;
its interior was inlaid
1:11 We
studded with silver.
The Maidens to The Beloved:
5:9 Why is your beloved better than others,
O most beautiful of women?
Why is your beloved better than others,
that you would command us in this manner?
The Maidens to the Beloved:
6:1 Where has your beloved gone,
O most beautiful among women?
Where has your beloved turned?
Tell us,
1:4 Draw me
May the king
The Maidens
We will
we will praise
The Beloved to Her Lover:
How rightly
3:11 Come out, O maidens of Zion,
and gaze upon King Solomon!
He is wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him
on his wedding day,
on the most joyous day of his life!
The Beloved about Her Lover:
2:4 He brought me
and he looked
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:15 Catch
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards
for our vineyard is in bloom.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
8:3 His left hand caresses my head,
and his right hand stimulates me.
The Speaker:
3:6 Who is this coming up from the desert
like a column of smoke,
like
every kind of fragrant powder
The Lover to His Beloved:
6:13 (7:1)
Turn, turn, that I
The Beloved to Her Lover:
Why
like the dance of the Mahanaim?
The Maidens about His Beloved:
8:5 Who is this coming up from the desert,
leaning on her beloved?
The Beloved to Her Lover:
Under the apple tree I aroused you;
there your mother conceived you,
there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth.
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!