'One' in the Bible

“Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,Where do you pasture your flock,Where do you make it lie down at noon?For why should I be like one who is veiledBeside the flocks of your companions?”

“My beloved speaks and says to me,‘Arise, my love, my fair one,And come away.

‘The fig tree has budded and ripens her figs,And the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.Arise, my love, my fair one,And come away [to climb the rocky steps of the hillside].’”

(The Shulammite Bride)“On my bed night after night [I dreamed that] I sought the oneWhom my soul loves;I sought him but did not find him.

(The Bridegroom)“How fair and beautiful you are, my darling,How very beautiful!Your eyes behind your veil are like those of a dove;Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goatsThat have descended from Mount Gilead [beyond the Jordan].

“You have ravished my heart and given me courage, my sister, my [promised] bride;You have ravished my heart and given me courage with a single glance of your eyes,With one jewel of your necklace.

(The Bridegroom)“I have come into my garden, my sister, my [promised] bride;I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam and spice [from your sweet words].I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;I have drunk my wine with my milk.Eat, friends;Drink and drink deeply, O lovers.”

(The Shulammite Bride)“I was asleep, but my heart was awake.A voice [in my dream]! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,My dove, my perfect one!For my head is drenched with the [heavy night] dew;My hair [is covered] with the dampness of the night.’

“Your teeth are like a flock of ewesWhich have come up from their washing,All of which bear twins,And not one among them has lost her young.

But my dove, my perfect one, stands alone [above them all];She is her mother’s only daughter;She is the pure child of the one who bore her.The maidens saw her and called her blessed and happy,The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,

“I went down to the orchard of nut treesTo see the flowers of the valley,To see whether the grapevine had buddedAnd the pomegranates were in flower.

(The Shulammite Bride)“I was a wall, and my breasts were like the towers.Then I became in the king’s eyesAs one [to be respected and allowed] to find peace.

(The Shulammite Bride)“Hurry, my beloved and come quickly,Like a gazelle or a young stag [taking me home]On the mountains of spices.”