loves To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of {loves}. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer. loves Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with {loves}. loves Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my {loves}. ~~~~~~