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.
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
2:12 The pomegranates have appeared
the time for pruning and singing
the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
2:8 Listen!
Look!
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills!
The Beloved about Her Lover:
5:2 I was asleep, but my mind
Listen!
The Lover to His Beloved:
“Open
my dove, my flawless one!
My head is drenched with dew,
my hair with the dampness of the night.”
5:16 His mouth is very sweet;
he is totally desirable.
This is my beloved!
This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!
5:6 I opened for my beloved,
but my lover had already turned
I fell into despair
I looked for him but did not find him;
I called him but he did not answer me.