“ Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. 14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.' 15'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom.' 16My beloved is mine, and I am his, That feedeth among the lilies. 17Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices. ”

“ Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel. 8They all handle the sword, And are expert in war; Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of dread in the night. 9King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon. 10He made the pillars thereof of silver, The top thereof of gold, The seat of it of purple, The inside thereof being inlaid with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem. ”

“ The roundings of thy thighs are like the links of a chain, The work of the hands of a skilled workman. 3Thy navel is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting; Thy belly is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. 4Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a gazelle. 5Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. ”