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  1. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
  2. I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
  3. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
  4. My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
  5. I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
  1. I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers.
  2. I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."
  3. I have taken off my robe-- must I put it on again? I have washed my feet-- must I soil them again?
  4. My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.
  5. I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
  1. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
  2. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
  3. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
  4. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
  5. My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
  1. I opened for my lover, but my lover 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.
  2. The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!
  3. O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you-- if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.
  4. How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?
  5. My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
  1. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
  2. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
  3. His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
  4. His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
  5. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
  1. His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
  2. His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.
  3. His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.
  4. His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.
  5. His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.
  1. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
  1. His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
 
 
  1. Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
  2. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
  3. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
  4. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
  5. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
  1. Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?
  2. My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.
  3. I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.
  4. You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.
  5. Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.
  1. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
  2. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
  3. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
  4. My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
  5. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
  1. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
  2. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
  3. Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
  4. but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
  5. Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
  1. I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
  2. Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
  3. Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
  1. I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.
  2. Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
  3. Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?
 
 
  1. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
  2. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
  3. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
  4. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
  5. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
  1. How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.
  2. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.
  3. Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
  4. Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.
  5. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.
  1. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
  2. This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
  3. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
  4. And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
  5. I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
  1. How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!
  2. Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
  3. I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,
  4. and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.
  5. I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.
  1. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.
  2. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
  3. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
  1. Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.
  2. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom-- there I will give you my love.
  3. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.
 
 
  1. O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
  2. I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
  3. His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
  4. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
  5. Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
  1. If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.
  2. I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house-- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
  3. His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me.
  4. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
  5. Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.
  1. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
  2. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
  3. We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
  4. If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.
  5. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
  1. Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.
  2. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
  3. We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for?
  4. If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.
  5. I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.
  1. Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
  2. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.
  3. Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
  4. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.
  1. Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.
  2. But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.
  3. You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!
  4. Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.
 

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