The Lover to His Beloved:
2:14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
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.
4:5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of the gazelle
grazing among the lilies.
4:13 Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates
with choice fruits:
henna with nard,
7:3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
7:6 How beautiful you are! How lovely,
O love, with your delights!