⁹ I compare you, my love,
    to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.

He

² As a lily among brambles,
    so is my love among the young women.

¹⁰ My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away,

¹³ The fig tree ripens its figs,
    and the vines are in blossom;
    they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
    and come away.

He

4 Behold, you are beautiful, my love,
    behold, you are beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
    behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

⁷ You are altogether beautiful, my love;
    there is no flaw in you.

She

² I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
    my dove, my perfect one,
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”

He

⁴ You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
    lovely as Jerusalem,
    awesome as an army with banners.