| 1: I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
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| 2: As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my
beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
and his fruit was sweet to my taste. |
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| 4: He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me
was love. |
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| 5: Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of
love. |
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| 6: His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth
embrace me. |
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| 7: 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. |
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| 8: The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the
mountains, skipping upon the hills. |
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| 9: My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth
behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself
through the lattice. |
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| 10: My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair
one, and come away. |
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| 11: For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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| 12: The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of
birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
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| 13: The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with
the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and
come away. |
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| 14: 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. |
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| 15: Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:
for our vines have tender grapes. |
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| 16: My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the
lilies. |
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| 17: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my
beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of
Bether. |
