THE
     
     SONG OF SOLOMON.
     
    EIGHT FLORA ODES 
    O, DELIGHT OF EARS! 
    HE? GO FLIRT AS DOE? 
    HART-FEEL IS GOOD 
    THE FIG; ALE'S ODOR 
    O, ERATO HELD FIGS 
    HART FLEES, I DO GO 
    FEEL A SIGHT ODOR 
    TO FLEDGE HAIR SO 
    GET DISH OF, OR ALE 
    FILOSE GOAT HERD 
    SOFT GILEAD HERO 
    SOLO, FAIR? HE'D GET 
    (1-8) 
    (1:1) 
    (2:8) 
    (2:9) 
    (2:13) 
    (2:13) 
    (2:17) 
    (3:6) 
    (4:1) 
    (5:1) 
    (6:5) 
    (6:5) 
    (6:9,10) 
    all eight chapters rich in floral imagery
    the Song of Songs
    beloved cometh leaping and skipping
    beloved like roe looking through lattice
    fig trees and the smell of grape vines
    erotic message of green figs, tender grapes 
    beloved upon the mountains of Bether
    all senses aroused by mysterious apparition
    feathers of dove appear within locks
    friends eat, beloved drinks abundantly
    thy hair is as a flock of goats from Gilead
    beloved's curly goat-like hair
    his "dove", only child, fair as the moon
     
     Song of the Prince's Daughter
     
    SHOD FEET O' A GIRL 
    ALE FITS HER GOOD 
    OLE! HAD ROE'S GIFT 
    LO GET FISH, ADORE! 
    GOD'S TO FEEL HAIR 
    OO! DELIGHT'S FARE 
    GO AS IF TREE HOLD 
    HI! FETE GAL'S ODOR 
    DIG THE ROOF'S ALE 
    DESIRE TO GO HALF 
    O IF HEARTS LODGE 
    O SEE FLORA DIGHT 
    ODOR, EH? ALE, GIFTS 
    (7:1)     
    (7:2) 
    (7:3) 
    (7:4) 
    (7:5) 
    (7:6) 
    (7:7) 
    (7:8) 
    (7:9) 
    (7:10) 
    (7:11) 
    (7:12) 
    (7:13) 
    prince's daughter's beautiful feet with shoes
    navel like a round goblet full of liquor
    two breasts are like young roe twins
    eyes are like fishpools of Heshbon
    King is transfixed by purple head
    love is fair and pleasant for delights
    thy stature is like a palm tree
    smell of nose is like apples
    roof of mouth like beloved's best wine
    beloved's reciprocal affections
    loving couple lodge in the villages
    flourishing vegetation covereth vineyards
    mandrakes, fuits of vine laid up for lover
     
    OO, LEFT RIGS HEAD 
    FEEL SAD? OO, RIGHT 
    HASTE OF DOE GIRL 
    (8:3) 
    (8:3)     
    (8:14) 
    left hand should be under head
    right hand should embrace me
    beloved hurries like doe on mountains