'Beloved' in the Bible

“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrhWhich lies all night between my breasts.

“My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossomsIn the vineyards of Engedi.”

“How handsome you are, my beloved,And so pleasant!Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!

“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,So is my beloved among the young men.In his shade I took great delight and sat down,And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

“Listen! My beloved!Behold, he is coming,Climbing on the mountains,Leaping on the hills!

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.Behold, he is standing behind our wall,He is looking through the windows,He is peering through the lattice.

“My beloved responded and said to me,‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,And come along.

“My beloved is mine, and I am his;He pastures his flock among the lilies.

“Until the cool of the day when the shadows flee away,Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelleOr a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”

“Awake, O north wind,And come, wind of the south;Make my garden breathe out fragrance,Let its spices be wafted abroad.May my beloved come into his gardenAnd eat its choice fruits!”

“I was asleep but my heart was awake.A voice! My beloved was knocking:‘Open to me, my sister, my darling,My dove, my perfect one!For my head is drenched with dew,My locks with the damp of the night.’

“My beloved extended his hand through the opening,And my feelings were aroused for him.

“I arose to open to my beloved;And my hands dripped with myrrh,And my fingers with liquid myrrh,On the handles of the bolt.

“I opened to my beloved,But my beloved had turned away and had gone!My heart went out to him as he spoke.I searched for him but I did not find him;I called him but he did not answer me.

“I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,As to what you will tell him:For I am lovesick.”

“What kind of beloved is your beloved,O most beautiful among women?What kind of beloved is your beloved,That thus you adjure us?”

“My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,Outstanding among ten thousand.

“His mouth is full of sweetness.And he is wholly desirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.”

“Where has your beloved gone,O most beautiful among women?Where has your beloved turned,That we may seek him with you?”

“My beloved has gone down to his garden,To the beds of balsam,To pasture his flock in the gardensAnd gather lilies.

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”

And your mouth like the best wine!” “It goes down smoothly for my beloved,Flowing gently through the lips of those who fall asleep.

“Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country,Let us spend the night in the villages.

“The mandrakes have given forth fragrance;And over our doors are all choice fruits,Both new and old,Which I have saved up for you, my beloved.

“Who is this coming up from the wildernessLeaning on her beloved?” “Beneath the apple tree I awakened you;There your mother was in labor with you,There she was in labor and gave you birth.

“Hurry, my beloved,And be like a gazelle or a young stagOn the mountains of spices.”