4:7 You are altogether beautiful, my darling!
There is no blemish in you!
The Beloved about Her Lover:
6:3 I am my lover’s
he grazes among the lilies.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
7:10 I am my beloved’s,
and he desires me!
1:14 My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-Gedi.
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.
4:11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride,
honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
6:10 “Who
Beautiful as the moon,
awe-inspiring
The Beloved to the Maidens:
8:4 I admonish you, O maidens
“Do not
1:4 Draw me
May the king
The Maidens
We will
we will praise
The Beloved to Her Lover:
How rightly
The Lover to His Beloved:
1:8 If you do not know, O most beautiful of women,
simply follow the tracks of my flock,
and pasture your little lambs
beside the tents of the shepherds.
The Beloved to the Maidens:
2:7 I adjure you,
by the gazelles and by the young does
Do not awaken or arouse
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!”
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 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 the Maidens:
3:5
by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields:
“Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”
3:11 Come out, O maidens of Zion,
and gaze upon King Solomon!
He is wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him
on his wedding day,
on the most joyous day of his life!
6:9 But she is unique!
My dove, my perfect one!
She is the special daughter
she is the favorite
The maidens
the queens and concubines praised her:
The Lover to His Beloved:
5:1 I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride;
I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice.
I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
I have drunk my wine and my milk!
The Poet to the Couple:
Eat, friends, and drink!
Drink freely, O lovers!
8:7 Surging waters cannot quench love;
floodwaters
If someone were to offer all his possessions
the offer