For I was my father's son, tender and only beloved in the sight of my mother.

Let her be as a loving hind and graceful doe,
Let her breasts refresh and satisfy you at all times;
Always be exhilarated and delight in her love.

A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.

The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered.