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

I opened to my beloved, and my beloved turned about, he passed away: my soul went forth in his speaking: I sought and I found him not; I called him and he answered me not

Where went thy beloved, O beautiful one among women? where turned away thy beloved, and we will seek him with thee.

My beloved went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Thy teeth as a herd of sheep which went up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them.

I went down into the garden of nuts to look upon the greens of the valley, to see whether the vine was fruitful, whether the pomegranates blossomed.