The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:15 Catch
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards
for our vineyard is in bloom.
3:8 All of them are skilled with a sword,
well-trained in the art of warfare.
Each has his sword at his side,
to guard against the terrors of the night.
7:8 I want
and take hold of its fruit stalks.
May your breasts be like the clusters of grapes,
and may the fragrance of your breath be like apricots!
3:4 Scarcely
when I found my beloved!
I held onto him
until I brought him to my mother’s house,
to the bedroom chamber