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She
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
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Take me away with you—let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers.
Friends
We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. She
How right they are to adore you!
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Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect.
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She
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
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She
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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Let him lead me to the banquet hall, and let his banner over me be love.
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His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
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She
My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies.
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Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves. I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
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all of them wearing the sword, all experienced in battle, each with his sword at his side, prepared for the terrors of the night.
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come out, and look, you daughters of Zion. Look on King Solomon wearing a crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.
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Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.
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She
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
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I have taken off my robe— must I put it on again? I have washed my feet— must I soil them again?
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My beloved thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
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I opened for my beloved, but my beloved had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.
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His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
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His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
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His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
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His arms are rods of gold set with topaz. His body is like polished ivory decorated with lapis lazuli.
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His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
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His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
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She
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is missing.
