“The Lord did not make you His beloved nor choose you because you were greater in number than any of the peoples, since you were the fewest of all peoples,

Of Benjamin he said, “May the beloved of the Lord live in security beside Him Who shields him all the day long, And he lives between His shoulders.”

Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful in life, And in their deaths they were not separated; They were swifter than eagles, They were mightier than lions.

That Your beloved may be rescued, Save us with Your right hand, and answer us!

So that Your beloved may be rescued, Save with Your right hand, and answer me!

It is futile for you to rise up early, To stay up late, To eat the bread of painful labor; This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.

My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.”

The Bride

“How handsome you are, my beloved, And so delightful! Indeed, our bed is luxuriant!

The Bride

“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I took great delight and sat down, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

The Bride

“Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.

“My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.

The Bride

“My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock among the lilies.

Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”

The Bride

“Awake, north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, May its balsam oils flow. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its delicious fruits!”

The Bride

“I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the dew drops of the night.’

My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were stirred for him.

I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with drops of myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.

Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick.”

The Chorus

“What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That you make us swear in this way?”

Admiration by the Bride

The Bride

“My beloved is dazzling and reddish, Outstanding among ten thousand.

His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, You daughters of Jerusalem.”

Mutual Delight in Each Other

The Chorus

“Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?”