Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

(The Bridegroom)
“If you do not know [where your lover is],
O you fairest among women,
Run along, follow the tracks of the flock,
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

(W) Catch the foxes for us—
the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—
for our vineyards are in bloom.

Thou art a well of gardens, a well of living waters, which run down from Lebanon.

so that I stood up to open unto my beloved. My hands dropped with Myrrh, and the Myrrh ran down my fingers upon the lock.