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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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Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
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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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Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
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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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Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
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Friends
If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
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He
I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
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She
While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
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My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
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My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
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She
How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.
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She
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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He
Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women.
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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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Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.
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His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
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My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
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See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
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Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
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The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.”
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He
My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.
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She
My beloved is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies.