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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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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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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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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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The Shulamite
My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.
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A Troubled Night
The Shulamite
By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him.
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The Coming of Solomon
The Shulamite
Who is this coming out of the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the merchant’s fragrant powders?
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The Shulamite
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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The Shulamite’s Troubled Evening
The Shulamite
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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The Shulamite
My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
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The Shulamite
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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Praise of the Shulamite’s Beauty
The Beloved
O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!
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The Shulamite
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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The Beloved and His Friends
Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! The Shulamite
What would you see in the Shulamite— As it were, the dance of the two camps?
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And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
The Shulamite
The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
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The Shulamite to Her Beloved
Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.
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The Shulamite’s Brothers
We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?
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The Shulamite
I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.
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The Shulamite
Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.
