Study Desk

Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am faint with love.

for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that ruin the vineyards— for our vineyards are in blossom."

I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."

My beloved thrust his hand into the opening, and my inmost being yearned for him.

Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.

I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, passion fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a raging flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If one offered for love all the wealth of one's house, it would be utterly scorned.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for?

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he entrusted the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.

My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred!

O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice; let me hear it.

Hear, O heavens, and listen, O earth; for the Lord has spoken: I reared children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me.

learn to do good; seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow.

but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be devoured by the sword; for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.

For you shall be ashamed of the oaks in which you delighted; and you shall blush for the gardens that you have chosen.

For you shall be like an oak whose leaf withers, and like a garden without water.