Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

Let us rise up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flowers, whether the tender grape appears, and the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give You my loves.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her Beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother travailed with you; there she travailed and bore you.