I did not know, but My soul set Me on the chariots of My princely people.
I went down to the garden of nut trees, to see the greenery of the ravine, to see whether the vine flowered and the pomegranates budded.
Return, return, O Shulamite! Return, return, that we may gaze upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite? As it were the dance of two army camps.
And rising up, he came to his father. But he yet being far away, his father saw him and was moved with compassion. And running, he fell on his neck and fervently kissed him.