Beloved
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and gather lilies. I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies.
Lover
You are beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, lovely as Jerusalem, as awe-inspiring as an army with banners. Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep, coming up from the washing. Each one has a twin, not one of them is missing. Your temples are like a slice of a pomegranate behind your veil.There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number. My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines also praised her.
Who is she that appears like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awe-inspiring as the starts in procession?
I went down into the grove of nut trees, to see the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded, and the pomegranates were in bloom. Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.