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Song of Songs chapter 1

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Solomon's Finest Song
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Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
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The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.
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Take me with you-- let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
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Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
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Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.
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Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?
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If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
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I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
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Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.
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We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.
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While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance.
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My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.
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My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
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How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
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How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is lush with foliage;
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the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.

Song of Songs chapter 2

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I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women.
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Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love.
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Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apricots, for I am lovesick.
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His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
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Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and the wild does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
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Listen! My love [is approaching]. Look! Here he comes, leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.
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My love is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he is standing behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
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My love calls to me: Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.
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For now the winter is past; the rain has ended and gone away.
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The blossoms appear in the countryside. The time of singing has come, and the turtledove's cooing is heard in our land.
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The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines give off their fragrance. Arise, my darling. Come away, my beautiful one.
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My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices 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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Catch the foxes for us-- the little foxes that ruin the vineyards-- for our vineyards are in bloom.
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My love is mine and I am his; he feeds among the lilies.
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Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn [to me], my love, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the divided mountains.

Song of Songs chapter 3

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In my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
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I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and the plazas. I will seek the one I love. I sought him, but did not find him.
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The guards who go about the city found me. "Have you seen the one I love?" [I asked them].
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I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held on to him and would not let him go until I brought him to my mother's house-- to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
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Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and the wild does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.
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What is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from every fragrant powder of the merchant?
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It is Solomon's royal litter surrounded by 60 warriors from the mighty of Israel.
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All of them are skilled with swords and trained in warfare. Each has his sword at his side [to guard] against the terror of the night.
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King Solomon made a sedan chair for himself with wood from Lebanon.
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He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, and its seat of purple. Its interior is inlaid with love by the young women of Jerusalem.
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Come out, young women of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother placed on him the day of his wedding-- the day of his heart's rejoicing.

Song of Songs chapter 4

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How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Behind your veil, your eyes are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.
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Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn [sheep] coming up from washing, each one having a twin, and not one missing.
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Your lips are like a scarlet cord, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
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Your neck is like the tower of David, constructed in layers. A thousand bucklers are hung on it-- all of them shields of warriors.
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Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
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Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
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You are absolutely beautiful, my darling, with no imperfection in you.
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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride-- with me from Lebanon! Descend from the peak of Amana, from the summit of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
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You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
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How delightful your love is, my sister, my bride. Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.
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Your lips drip [sweetness like] the honeycomb, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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My sister, my bride, [you are] a locked garden-- a locked garden and a sealed spring.
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Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates with choicest fruits, henna with nard--
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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices.
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[You are] a garden spring, a well of flowing water streaming from Lebanon.
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Awaken, north wind-- come, south wind. Blow on my garden, and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my love come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.