Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;