OT-POET.filter - rotherham pomegranate:

rotherham@Songs:4:3 @ Like a cord of crimson, are thy lips, and, thy mouth, is lovely, Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, behind thy veil:

rotherham@Songs:4:13 @ Thy buddings forth, are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna bushes, with nard blossoms:

rotherham@Songs:6:7 @ Like a slice of pomegranate, are thy temples, from behind thy veil:

rotherham@Songs:6:11 @ HE To the garden of nuts, I went down, to look at the fresh shoots of the ravine, to see whether: had burst forth the vine, had blossomed the pomegranate:

rotherham@Songs:7:12 @ Let us get up early to the vineyards, Let us see whether the vine, hath burst forth, the blossom, hath opened, the pomegranates, have bloomed, There, will I give my caresses to thee.

rotherham@Songs:8:2 @ I would have guided theebrought thee into the house of my mother, Thou wouldst have instructed me, I would have let thee drink of spiced wine, of the pressed-out juice of my pomegranate.