Of Benjamin he said, “The beloved of the Lord dwells in safety. The High God surrounds him all day long, and dwells between his shoulders.”

“Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely! In life and in death they were not divided; they were swifter than eagles; they were stronger than lions.

Did not Solomon king of Israel sin on account of such women? Among the many nations there was no king like him, and he was beloved by his God, and God made him king over all Israel. Nevertheless, foreign women made even him to sin.

That your beloved ones may be delivered, give salvation by your right hand and answer us!

You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me; my companions have become darkness.

That your beloved ones may be delivered, give salvation by your right hand and answer me!

It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

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

She

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green;

She

As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

The Bride Adores Her Beloved

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, looking through the lattice.

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

My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies.

Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag on cleft mountains.

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow.

Together in the Garden of Love

She

Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.

The Bride Searches for Her Beloved

She

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.”

My beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.

I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.

Others

What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?

The Bride Praises Her Beloved

She

My beloved is radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

His mouth is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.