The Beloved to Her Lover:
2:17 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved –
be like a gazelle or a young stag
on the mountain gorges.
5:5 I arose to open for my beloved;
my hands dripped with myrrh –
my fingers flowed with myrrh
on the handles of the lock.
The Beloved about Her Lover:
6:3 I am my lover’s and my lover is mine;
he grazes among the lilies.