The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my lover’s and my lover is mine; he grazes among the lilies.

The Beloved about Her Lover: I am my beloved’s, and he desires me!

May your mouth be like the best wine, flowing smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over our lips as we sleep together.

I arose to open for my beloved; my hands dripped with myrrh – my fingers flowed with myrrh on the handles of the lock.

I opened for my beloved, but my lover had already turned and gone away. I fell into despair when he departed. I looked for him but did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.