Add parallel Print Page Options

My lover’s left hand is under my head,
    and his right arm holds me tight.

The Woman Speaks to the Friends

Women of Jerusalem, promise me
    by the gazelles and the deer
not to awaken
    or excite my feelings of love
    until it is ready.

The Woman Speaks Again

I hear my lover’s voice.
    Here he comes jumping across the mountains,
    skipping over the hills.

Read full chapter

Bible Gateway Recommends