Song Of Songs On G-d’s Sympathy To His People Of Their Affliction

As G-d does not delight each time His people suffer or in agony and pain.

“G-d To Israel”
“Response Of Israel”

You are entirely fair, My beloved, and there is no blemish in you.
4:7
Honey drops from your lips, O bride, honey and milk are under your tongue, and the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
:11
Awake, O north (wind), and come O south! Blow (upon) my garden, let its spices flow out). Let my Beloved come to His garden and eat its precious fruit.
:16

1 “Behold, you are fair, my beloved; behold, you are fair; your eyes are [like] doves, from within your kerchief; your hair is like a flock of goats that streamed down from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of uniformly shaped [ewes] that came up from the washing, all of whom are perfect, and there is no bereavement among them.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your speech is comely; your temple is like a split pomegranate from within your kerchief.
4 Your neck is like the Tower of David, built as a model; a thousand shields hanging on it, all the quivers of the mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, the twins of a gazelle, who graze among the roses.
6 Until the sun spreads and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, my beloved, and there is no blemish in you.
8 With me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon shall you come; you shall look from the peak of Amanah, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from mountains of leopards.
9 You have captivated my heart, my sister, [my] bride; you have captivated my heart with one of your eyes, with one link of your necklaces.
10 How fair is your love, my sister, [my] bride; how much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than all spices!
11 Your lips drip flowing honey, O bride; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A locked up garden is my sister, [my] bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13 Your arid fields are as a pomegranate orchard with sweet fruit, henna and spikenard.
14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all frankincense trees, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15 A garden fountain, a well of living waters and flowing streams from Lebanon.”
16 “Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out; let my beloved come to his garden and eat his sweet fruit.”