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My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
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My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.”
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The Bride
“How handsome you are, my beloved, And so delightful! Indeed, our bed is luxuriant!
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The Bride
“Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the young men. In his shade I took great delight and sat down, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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The Bride
“Listen! My beloved! Behold, he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, Jumping on the hills!
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My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he is standing behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, He is peering through the lattice.
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“My beloved responded and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.
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The Bride
“My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock among the lilies.
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Until the cool of the day, when the shadows flee, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle Or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.”
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The Bride
“Awake, north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, May its balsam oils flow. May my beloved come into his garden And eat its delicious fruits!”
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The Bride
“I was asleep but my heart was awake. A voice! My beloved was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the dew drops of the night.’
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My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were stirred for him.
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I arose to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with drops of myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
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I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and had gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I searched for him but I did not find him; I called him but he did not answer me.
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Swear to me, you daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you will tell him: For I am lovesick.”
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The Chorus
“What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, That you make us swear in this way?”
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Admiration by the Bride
The Bride
“My beloved is dazzling and reddish, Outstanding among ten thousand.
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His mouth is full of sweetness. And he is wholly desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, You daughters of Jerusalem.”
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Mutual Delight in Each Other
The Chorus
“Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?”
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The Bride
“My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To pasture his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.
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I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine, He who pastures his flock among the lilies.”
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And your mouth like the best wine!”
The Bride
“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, Flowing gently through the lips of those who are asleep.
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The Union of Love
“I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.
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Come, my beloved, let’s go out to the country, Let’s spend the night in the villages.
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The mandrakes have given forth fragrance; And over our doors are all delicious fruits, New as well as old, Which I have saved for you, my beloved.