6:10 “Who
Beautiful as the moon,
awe-inspiring
The Speaker:
3:6 Who is this coming up from the desert
like a column of smoke,
like
every kind of fragrant powder
The Beloved to Her Lover:
8:1 Oh, how I wish you were
nursing at my mother’s breasts;
if I saw
surely
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.