It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

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