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* The song of songs which is Solomon 's . * Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth ; for Your loves are better than wine . * For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance ; Your name is as ointment poured out ; on account of this the virgins love You . * Draw me ; we will run after You . The King has brought me into His chambers . We will be glad and rejoice in You ; we will remember Your loves more than wine ; the upright love You . * I am black , but comely , O daughters of Jerusalem , like the tents of Kedar , like the curtains of Solomon . * Do not look at me , that I am black , that the sun has looked on me . My mother 's sons were angry with me ; they made me the keeper of the vineyards ; but my own vineyard I have not kept . * Tell me , You whom my soul loves , where do You feed ; where do You lie down at noon ? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions ? * If you yourself do not know , most beautiful among women , go in the footsteps of the flock . And feed your kids beside the tents of the shepherds . * O My love , I have compared you to My mares in Pharaoh 's chariots . * Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments , your neck with chains of beads . * We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver . * While the King is in His circle , my spikenard gives its fragrance . * A bundle of myrrh is my Beloved to me . He shall lie between my breasts . * My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi . * Behold , you are beautiful , My love . Behold , you are beautiful ; your eyes as doves '. * Behold , you are beautiful , my Beloved ; yea , pleasant . Also our couch is green . * The beams of our house are cedars ; our rafters are of firs . * I am a rose of Sharon , a lily of the valleys . * As a lily among thorns , so is My love among the daughters . * As the apple among the trees of the forest , so is my Beloved among the sons . I delighted in His shadow , and I sat down ; and His fruit was sweet to my taste . * He brought me to the house of wine , and His banner over me was love . * Feed me with raisin cakes , refresh me with apples , for I am sick with love . * His left hand is under my head , and His right hand embraces me . * I adjure you by the gazelles , and by the does of the field , O daughters of Jerusalem , that you do not stir up and do not awaken the Beloved until it pleases . * The voice of my Beloved ! Behold , He comes leaping on the mountains , skipping on the hills . * My Beloved is likened to a gazelle , or to a young deer , the stag . Behold , He stands behind our wall , looking from the windows , peering from the lattice . * My Beloved answered and said to me , Arouse yourself , My love , My beautiful one , and come away . * For , behold , the winter has passed , the rain has passed , it goes to itself . * The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of singing has come ; and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land . * The fig tree spices her unripe figs , and the vines give a fragrance by the blossom . Arise , My love ; come , My beautiful one , and come yourself . * My dove , in the clefts of the rock , in the secrecy of the steep place , let Me see your form . Let Me hear your voice ; for your voice is sweet , and your form is beautiful . * Take for us the foxes , the little foxes that spoil the vines ; and our vineyards have blossoms . * My Beloved is mine , and I am His . He feeds among the lilies . * Until when does the day blow , and the shadows flee away ? Turn , my Beloved , and be like a gazelle , or a young deer , the stag , on the cleft mountains . * By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loves . I sought Him , but I did not find Him . * I will rise now and go about in the city , in the streets and in the broad places . I will seek Him whom my soul loves . I sought Him , but I did not find Him . * The watchmen going about in the city found me . I said , Have you seen Him my soul loves ? * When I had passed on from them , it was a little while until I found Him whom my soul loves . I seized Him , and I did not let Him go until I had brought Him into my mother 's house , and into the room of her who conceived me . * I adjure you , O daughters of Jerusalem , by the gazelles or by the does of the field , that you do not stir up , even that you not stir up the Beloved until it pleases . * Who is this who comes up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke , burned with myrrh and frankincense , from all powders of the merchant ? * Behold his bed , Solomon 's ! Sixty mighty men are around it , of the mighty men of Israel . * They all hold the sword , instructed in war ; each man has his sword on his thigh from dread in the night . * King Solomon made himself a litter bed of the trees of Lebanon . * He made its poles of silver ; its back of gold ; its seat of purple ; its middle was paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem . * Go forth , O daughters of Zion , and see king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day , even on the day of the gladness of his heart . * Behold , you are beautiful , My love . Behold , you are beautiful ; your eyes are as doves ' from behind your veil . Your hair is like a flock of goats which lie down from Mount Gilead . * Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which come up from the washing place ; of which they all are bearing twins ; and barrenness is not among them . * Your lips are like a cord of scarlet , and your speech is becoming ; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil . * Your neck is like the tower of David , built for an armory ; a thousand bucklers hang on it , all the shields of the mighty men . * Your two breasts are like two fawns , twins of a gazelle , feeding among the lilies . * Until when the day blows , and the shadows flee away , I myself will go to the mountain of myrrh , and to the hills of frankincense . * You are all beautiful , My love . There is no blemish on you . * Come with Me from Lebanon , My spouse ; with Me from Lebanon . Look from the top of Amana , from the top of Shenir and Hermon , from the lions ' dens , from the mountains of the leopards . * You have ravished My heart , My sister , My spouse ; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes , with one chain of your neck . * How beautiful are your loves , My sister , My spouse ! How much better are your loves than wine , and the scent of your ointments than all spices ! * Your lips , My spouse , drip like the honeycomb ; honey and milk are under your tongue . And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon . * A locked garden is My sister , My spouse ; a rock heap locked up , a sealed fountain . * Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits , with henna and spikenard ; * spikenard and saffron , calamus and cinnamon ; with all trees of frankincense , myrrh and aloes ; with all the chief balsam spices ; * a fountain of gardens , a well of living waters ; even flowings from Lebanon . * Awake , north wind ; yea , come , south wind ; blow on my garden ; let its spices flow out . Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat its excellent fruits . * I have 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 and drink , O friends ; yea , drink fully , beloved ones . * I sleep , but my heart is awake . It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks , saying , Open to Me , My sister , My love , My dove , My undefiled . For My head is filled with dew , My locks with the drops of the night . * I have stripped off My coat ; how shall I put it on ? I have washed My feet ; how shall I soil them ? * My Beloved sent His hand from the opening , and my inner being sighed for Him . * I rose up to open to my Beloved , and my hands dripped with myrrh ; yea , my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt . * I opened to my Beloved ; but my Beloved had left ; He passed on . My soul went out when He spoke ; I sought Him , but I could not find Him . I called Him , but He did not answer me . * The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me ; they wounded me ; the keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me . * I adjure you , O daughters of Jerusalem , if you find my Beloved , what do you tell Him ? That I am sick with love . * What is your Beloved more than another Beloved , most beautiful among women ? What is your Beloved more than another Beloved , that you adjure us so ? * My Beloved is bright and ruddy , standing out among ten thousand . * His head is like refined gold ; His locks are bushy and black as a raven . * His eyes are as the eyes of doves on the rivers of waters , washed with milk , sitting on a setting . * His cheeks are like a bed of spices , a raised bed of aromatic herbs . His lips are like lilies dropping flowing myrrh . * His hands are like rings of gold filled with jewels ; His body an ivory plate overlaid with sapphires . * His legs are like pillars of marble founded on bases of fine gold ; His appearance is like Lebanon , excellent as the cedars . * His mouth is most sweet ; and He is altogether lovely . This is my Beloved , and this is my Friend , O daughters of Jerusalem . * Where has your Beloved gone , most beautiful among women ? Where has your Beloved turned ? For we seek Him along with you . * My Beloved has gone down to His garden , to the terraces of spices , to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies . * I am my Beloved 's , and my Beloved is mine . He feeds among the lilies . * O My love , you are as beautiful as Tirzah , as lovely as Jerusalem , awesome as bannered armies . * Turn away your eyes from Me , because they have overcome Me . Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie down from Gilead . * Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which come up from the washing place , of which they all are bearing twins , and barrenness is not among them . * Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate . * Sixty of them are queens , and eighty concubines , and virgins without number . * But My dove , My perfect one is one alone . She is the only one to her mother ; she is the choice of the one who bore her . The daughters saw her and called her blessed ; the queens and the concubines saw her , and they praised her . * Who is she who looks down like the dawn , beautiful as the moon , clear as the sun , awesome as bannered armies ? * 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 . * I did not know , but my soul set me on the chariots of My princely people . * 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 . * How beautiful are your feet in sandals , O prince 's daughter ! The curves of your thighs are like jewels , the work of the hands of a skillful worker . * Your navel is like a round goblet ; it never lacks mixed wine . Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies . * Your two breasts are like two fawns , twins of a gazelle . * Your neck is like an ivory tower ; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon , by the gate of Bathrabbim . Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon , peering toward the face of Damascus . * Your head is like Carmel , and the hair of your head like purple cloth ; the King is held captive in its tresses . * How beautiful and how pleasant you are in delights , O love ! * Your stature compares to a palm tree , and your breasts to clusters of grapes . * I said , I will go up in the palm tree ; I will take hold of its stalk . And please let your breasts be like clusters of the vine , and the scent of your nose like apples , * and the roof of your mouth like the best wine going down smoothly , for my Beloved , flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones . * I am my Beloved 's , and His desire is toward me . * Come , my Beloved , let us go forth into the field ; let us stay in the villages . * Let us rise up early to the vineyards ; let us see if the vine flowers and the blossom opens , and the pomegranates bud forth . There I will give my loves to You . * The love apples give a scent , and over our doors are all excellent fruits ; new , also old , I have laid up for You , my Beloved . * Who can give You to me , as my brother , who sucked the breasts of my mother ? When I find You outside , I would kiss You . They also would not despise me . * I would lead You ; I would bring You into my mother 's house , that You might teach me ; I would cause You to drink the spiced wine from the juice of my pomegranate . * His left hand would be under my head , and His right hand embracing me . * I adjure you , O daughters of Jerusalem ; why should you stir up or why should you awaken my love until it pleases ? * Who is this that comes up from the wilderness , leaning on her Beloved ? I awakened you under the apple tree ; there your mother travailed with you ; there she travailed ; she bore you . * Set me as a seal on Your heart , as a seal on Your arm . For love is strong as death ; jealousy is cruel as Sheol ; its flames are flames of fire , a flame of Jehovah . * Many waters cannot quench love , nor will the rivers overflow it . If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love , they surely would despise him . * We have a little sister , and she has no breasts . What shall we do for our sister in the day she shall be spoken for ? * If she is a wall , we will build a turret of silver on her . And if she is a door , we will enclose her with boards of cedar . * I was a wall , and my breasts like towers ; then I was in His eyes as one finding peace . * Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon . He let the vineyard out to keepers ; for its fruit everyone was to bring a thousand of silver . * My vineyard which is mine is before me ; the thousand is for you , O Solomon , and two hundred for the keepers of its fruit . * You who dwell in the gardens , the companions are listening to your voice ; cause me to hear it . * Hurry , my Beloved , and be like a gazelle , or a young deer , the stag , on the mountains of spices .

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