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Behold ,
you are fair ,
my love !
Behold ,
you are fair !
You have dove '
s eyes behind your veil .
Your hair is like a flock of goats ,
Going down from Mount Gilead .
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Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing ,
Every one of which bears twins ,
And none is barren among them .
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Your lips are like a strand of scarlet ,
And your mouth is lovely .
Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate .
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Your neck is like the tower of David ,
Built for an armory ,
On which hang a thousand bucklers ,
All shields of mighty men .
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Your two breasts are like two fawns ,
Twins of a gazelle ,
Which feed among the lilies .
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Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away ,
I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense .
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You are all fair ,
my love ,
And there is no spot in you .
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Come with me from Lebanon ,
my spouse ,
With me from Lebanon .
Look from the top of Amana ,
From the top of Senir and Hermon ,
From the lions '
dens ,
From the mountains of the leopards .
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You have ravished my heart ,
My sister ,
my spouse ;
You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes ,
With one link of your necklace .
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How fair is your love ,
My sister ,
my spouse !
How much better than wine is your love ,
And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices !
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Your lips ,
O my spouse ,
Drip as the honeycomb ;
Honey and milk are under your tongue ;
And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon .
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A garden enclosed Is my sister ,
my spouse ,
A spring shut up ,
A fountain sealed .
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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits ,
Fragrant henna with spikenard ,
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Spikenard and saffron ,
Calamus and cinnamon ,
With all trees of frankincense ,
Myrrh and aloes ,
With all the chief spices --
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A fountain of gardens ,
A well of living waters ,
And streams from Lebanon .
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Awake ,
O north wind ,
And come ,
O south !
Blow upon my garden ,
That its spices may flow out .
Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits .
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I have come to 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 ,
O friends !
Drink ,
yes ,
drink deeply ,
O beloved ones !
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I sleep ,
but my heart is awake ;
It is the voice of my beloved !
He knocks ,
saying , "
Open for me ,
my sister ,
my love ,
My dove ,
my perfect one ;
For my head is covered with dew ,
My locks with the drops of the night ."
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I have taken off my robe ;
How can I put it on again ?
I have washed my feet ;
How can I defile them ?
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My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door ,
And my heart yearned for him .
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I arose to open for my beloved ,
And my hands dripped with myrrh ,
My fingers with liquid myrrh ,
On the handles of the lock .
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I opened for my beloved ,
But my beloved had turned away and was gone .
My heart leaped up when he spoke .
I sought him ,
but I could not find him ;
I called him ,
but he gave me no answer .
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The watchmen who went about the city found me .
They struck me ,
they wounded me ;
The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me .
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I charge you ,
O daughters of Jerusalem ,
If you find my beloved ,
That you tell him I am lovesick !
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What is your beloved More than another beloved ,
O fairest among women ?
What is your beloved More than another beloved ,
That you so charge us ?
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My beloved is white and ruddy ,
Chief among ten thousand .
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His head is like the finest gold ;
His locks are wavy ,
And black as a raven .
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His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters ,
Washed with milk ,
And fitly set .
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His cheeks are like a bed of spices ,
Banks of scented herbs .
His lips are lilies ,
Dripping liquid myrrh .
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His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl .
His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires .
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His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold .
His countenance is like Lebanon ,
Excellent as the cedars .
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His mouth is most sweet ,
Yes ,
he is altogether lovely .
This is my beloved ,
And this is my friend ,
O daughters of Jerusalem !
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Where has your beloved gone ,
O fairest among women ?
Where has your beloved turned aside ,
That we may seek him with you ?
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My beloved has gone to his garden ,
To the beds of spices ,
To feed his flock in the gardens ,
And to gather lilies .
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I am my beloved '
s ,
And my beloved is mine .
He feeds his flock among the lilies .
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O my love ,
you are as beautiful as Tirzah ,
Lovely as Jerusalem ,
Awesome as an army with banners !
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Turn your eyes away from me ,
For they have overcome me .
Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead .
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep Which have come up from the washing ;
Every one bears twins ,
And none is barren among them .
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Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil .
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There are sixty queens And eighty concubines ,
And virgins without number .
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My dove ,
my perfect one ,
Is the only one ,
The only one of her mother ,
The favorite of the one who bore her .
The daughters saw her And called her blessed ,
The queens and the concubines ,
And they praised her .
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Who is she who looks forth as the morning ,
Fair as the moon ,
Clear as the sun ,
Awesome as an army with banners ?
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I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley ,
To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed .
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Before I was even aware ,
My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people .
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Return ,
return ,
O Shulamite ;
Return ,
return ,
that we may look upon you !
What would you see in the Shulamite --
As it were ,
the dance of the two camps ?
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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 workman .