Song of Songs

⁴He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me. ↗

⁵Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love. ↗

⁶His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. ↗

⁹My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag. ↗

¹⁰Lo, he stands beyond our wall, gazing through the windows, watching through the lattices. ↗

¹¹Lo, my beloved speaks to me: ↗

¹³For winter has now past; the rain has decreased and gone away. ↗

¹⁴The flowers have appeared in our land; the time for pruning has arrived. The voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land. ↗

¹⁵The fig tree has brought forth its green figs; the flowering vines bestow their odor. Rise up, my love, my brilliant one, and advance. ↗

¹⁶My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollows of the wall, reveal to me your face. Let your voice sound in my ears. For your voice is sweet, and your face is graceful. ↗