The Beloved about Her Lover:
2:16 My lover is mine and I am his;
he grazes among the lilies.
The Beloved to the Maidens:
5:10 My beloved
he stands out
1:13 My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh
spending the night
1:14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-Gedi.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
1:16 Oh, how handsome you are, my lover!
Oh,
The lush foliage
5:4 My lover thrust his hand
and my feelings
The Beloved to Her Lover:
7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside;
let us spend the night in the villages.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
2:8 Listen!
Look!
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills!
The Lover to His Beloved:
2:10 My lover spoke to me, saying:
“Arise, my darling;
My beautiful one, come away with me!
5:16 His mouth is very sweet;
he is totally desirable.
This is my beloved!
This is my companion, O maidens of Jerusalem!
The Beloved to the Maidens:
6:2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
to the flowerbeds of balsam spices,
to graze
and to gather lilies.
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 about Her Lover:
2:3 Like
so is my beloved among the young men.
I delight
and his fruit
2:9 My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the window,
peering through the lattice.
The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:17 Until the dawn arrives
turn,
be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountain gorges.
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!
The Beloved to the Maidens:
5:8 O maidens of Jerusalem, I command you –
If you find my beloved, what will you tell him?
Tell him that I am lovesick!
7:13 The mandrakes
over our door is every delicacy,
both new and old, which I have stored up for you, my lover.
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.”