¹¹ Վրդովուեցին նրա եղբայրները, բայց հայրը մտքում պահեց նրա պատմածը:

¹ I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.