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And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs,
Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes,
The little foxes, that spoil the vines:
For our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his:
He feedeth among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And be thou like a roe or a young hart
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city
In the streets, and in the broad ways
I will seek him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me:
To whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
It was but a little that I passed from them,
But I found him whom my soul loveth:
I held him, and would not let him go,
Until I had brought him into my mother's house,
And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like
pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; Threescore valiant men are about it, Of the valiant of Israel. They all hold swords, being expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh because
of fear in the night. King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood
of Lebanon. He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, The covering of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, for the
daughters of Jerusalem. Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king
With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him
In the day of his espousals,
And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from the washing; Whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren
among them. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate with-
Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields
of mighty men. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are
Which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me
from Lebanon: Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir
From the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with
pleasant fruits; Camphire, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron;
Calamus and cinnamon,with all trees of frankincense;
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
I Am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:
I sleep, but my heart waketh:
For my head is filled with dew,
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.
The watchmen that went about the city found me,
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