behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. 002:010 My beloved spoke, and said to me, "Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. 002:011 For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. 002:012 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 002:013 The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away." Lover 002:014 My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. 002:015 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved 002:016 My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. 002:017 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether. 003:001 By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him. 003:002 I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him. 003:003 The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?" 003:004 I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the chamber of her who conceived me. 003:005 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires. 003:006 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant? 003:007 Behold, it is Solomon's carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel. 003:008 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, because of fear in the night. 003:009 King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon. 003:010 He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. 003:011 Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover 004:001 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.