9 I compare you, vmy love,
to wa mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
so is lmy love among the young women.
a“Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
13 eThe fig tree ripens its figs,
and fthe vines are in blossom;
gArise, my love, my beautiful one,
4 Behold, myou are beautiful, my love,
nYour eyes are doves
obehind your veil.
pYour hair is like a flock of goats
leaping down qthe slopes of Gilead.
7 eYou are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no fflaw in you.
A sound! My beloved is mknocking.
my rlocks with the drops of the night.”