¹⁵ [My heart was touched and I fervently sang to him my desire] Take for us the foxes, the ^[a]little foxes that spoil the vineyards [of our love], for our vineyards are in blossom.

¹⁶ [She said distinctly] My beloved is mine and I am his! He pastures his flocks among the lilies.^(A)

¹⁷ [Then, longingly addressing her absent shepherd, she cried] Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, return hastily, O my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart as you cover the mountains [which separate us].