<p class="sosspeaker"><b><i>The Beloved to the Maidens:i>b>p> <p class="poetry">My beloved<n id="1" /> is dazzling<n id="2" /> and ruddy;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">he stands out<n id="4" /> in comparison to<n id="5" /> all other men.<n id="6" />p>

<p class="poetry">For this is what the <sc>Lordsc> has told me:p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;I will wait<n id="1" /> and watch from my place,p> <p class="poetry">like scorching heat produced by the sunlight,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">like a cloud of mist<n id="3" /> in the heat<n id="4" /> of harvest.&#8221;<n id="5" />p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;At that time the people of Judah and Jerusalem<n id="1" /> will be told,p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;A scorching wind will sweep downp> <p class="poetry">from the hilltops in the desert on<n id="2" /> my dear people.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">It will not be a gentle breezep> <p class="poetry">for winnowing the grain and blowing away the chaff.<n id="4" />p>