(0.42) | Sos 1:7 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Tell me, O you whom my heart 1 loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest 2 I wander around 3 beside the flocks of your companions! |
(0.42) | Sos 2:14 | The Lover to His Beloved: O my dove, 1 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. |
(0.42) | Sos 5:1 | The Lover to His Beloved: I have entered my garden, O my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my balsam spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk! The Poet to the Couple: 1 Eat, friends, and drink! 2 Drink freely, O lovers! |
(0.42) | Sos 8:5 | The Maidens about His Beloved: Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her beloved? The Beloved to Her Lover: Under the apple tree I aroused you; 1 there your mother conceived you, there she who bore you was in labor of childbirth. 2 |
(0.42) | Sos 8:6 | The Beloved to Her Lover: Set me like a cylinder seal 1 over your heart, 2 like a signet 3 on your arm. 4 For love is as strong as death, 5 passion 6 is as unrelenting 7 as Sheol. Its flames burst forth, 8 it is a blazing flame. 9 |