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

For behold, the winter passed. away, the rain glided away; it went for itself.

Thy lips will drop honey droppings, O bride: honey and milk under thy tongue, and the odor of thy garments as the odor of Lebanon.

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

Who this coming up from the desert, leaning herself upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused thee: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she bearing thee, brought forth .