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Solomon’s Love for a Shulamite Girl
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
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The Banquet
The Shulamite
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— For your love is better than wine.
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Draw me away!
The Daughters of Jerusalem
We will run after you. The Shulamite
The king has brought me into his chambers. The Daughters of Jerusalem
We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. The Shulamite
Rightly do they love you.
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I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
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Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned 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.
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(To Her Beloved)
Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself By the flocks of your companions?
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The Beloved
If you do not know, O fairest among women, Follow in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats Beside the shepherds’ tents.
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The Daughters of Jerusalem
We will make you ornaments of gold With studs of silver.
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The Shulamite
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
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The Shulamite
Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.
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A Country Girl in a Palace
I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys.
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The Beloved
Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
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The Shulamite
Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
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The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem
He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
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Sustain me with cakes of raisins, Refresh me with apples, For I am lovesick.
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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.
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The Beloved’s Request
The Shulamite
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
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My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, Gazing through the lattice.
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My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.
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The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.
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The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!
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“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely.”
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Her Brothers
Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.
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The Shulamite
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
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(To Her Beloved)
Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag Upon the mountains of Bether.
