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!”
1:3 The fragrance
your name
No wonder the young women
The Beloved:
8:10 I was a wall,
and my breasts were like fortress towers.
Then I found favor
The Lover to His Beloved:
7:1 (7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled
O nobleman’s daughter!
The curves
the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
7:9 May your mouth
flowing smoothly for my beloved,
gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.
7:13 The mandrakes
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
8:7 Surging waters cannot quench love;
floodwaters
If someone were to offer all his possessions
the offer
The Beloved to Her Lover:
4:16 Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind!
Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.
May my beloved come into his garden
and eat its delightful fruit!