The Lover to His Beloved:
2:14 O my dove,
in the hiding places of the mountain crags,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
5:12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water,
washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:6 Set me like a cylinder seal
like a signet
For love is as strong as death,
passion
Its flames burst forth,
it is a blazing flame.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:1 I am a
a lily
The Lover to His Beloved:
8:13 O you who stay in the gardens,
my companions are listening attentively
let me be the one to
The Speaker:
3:6 Who is this coming up from the desert
like a column of smoke,
like
every kind of fragrant powder
4:2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly-shorn sheep
coming up from the washing place;
each of them has a twin,
and not one of them is missing.
4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
come with me from Lebanon.
Descend from the crest of Amana,
from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon,
from the lions’ dens
and the mountain haunts of the leopards.
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.