The Lover to His Beloved:
2:10 My lover spoke to me, saying:
“Arise, my darling;
My beautiful one, come away with me!
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
simply follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your little lambs
beside the tents of the shepherds.
2:13 The fig tree has budded,
the vines have blossomed and give off their fragrance.
Arise, come away my darling;
my beautiful one, come away with me!”
1:11 We
studded with silver.
8:12 My vineyard,
The thousand shekels belong to you, O Solomon,
and two hundred shekels belong to those who maintain it for its fruit.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:14 Make haste, my beloved!
Be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountains of spices.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:17 Until the dawn arrives
turn,
be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountain gorges.
7:12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards,
to see if the vines have budded,
to see if their blossoms have opened,
if the pomegranates are in bloom –
there I will give you my love.
7:13 The mandrakes
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.