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\h Song of Songs
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\toc1 The Song of Songs
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\toc2 Song of Songs
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\toc3 Sng
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\mt Song of Songs
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\c 1
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\p
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\v 1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q for your love is better than wine.
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\q
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\v 3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
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\q your name is like flowing perfume,
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\q so the young women love you.
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\q
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\v 4 Take me with you, and we will run.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q The king has brought me into his rooms.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q We are glad; We rejoice about you;
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\q let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
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\q It is natural for the other women to adore you.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 5 I am dark but lovely,
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\q you daughters of Jerusalem—
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\q dark like the tents of Kedar,
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\q lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
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\q
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\v 6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
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\q because the sun has scorched me.
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\q My mother's sons were angry with me;
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\q they made me keeper of the vineyards,
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\q but my own vineyard I have not kept.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
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\q where do you feed your flock?
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\q Where do you rest your flock at noontime?
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\q Why should I be like someone who wanders
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\q beside the flocks of your companions?
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 8 If you do not know, most beautiful among women,
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\q follow the tracks of my flock,
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\q and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 9 I compare you, my love,
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\q to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
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\q
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\v 10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
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\q your neck with strings of jewels.
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\q
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\v 11 We will make for you gold ornaments
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\q with silver studs.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 12 While the king lay on his couch,
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\q my nard emitted its fragrance.
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\q
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\v 13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh
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\q that spends the night lying between my breasts.
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\q
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\v 14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers
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\q in the vineyards of En Gedi.
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love;
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\q listen, you are beautiful;
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\q your eyes are doves.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome.
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\q The lush plants are our bed.
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\q
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\v 17 The beams of our house are cedars;
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\q our rafters are firs.
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\s5
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\c 2
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 1 I am a meadow flower of Sharon,
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\q a lily of the valleys.
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 2 As a lily among thorns,
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\q so is my love among the young women.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 3 As an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,
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\q so is my beloved among the young men.
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\q I sit down under his shadow with great delight,
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\q and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
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\q
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\v 4 He brought me to the house of wine,
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\q and his banner over me was love.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 5 Revive me with raisin cakes and refresh me with apricots,
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\q for I am weak with love.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 6 His left hand is under my head,
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\q and his right hand embraces me.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 7 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q by the gazelles and the does of the fields,
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\q that you will not awaken or arouse love
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\q until she pleases.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 8 There is the sound of my beloved! Listen, here he comes,
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\q leaping over the mountains,
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\q jumping over the hills.
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\q
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\v 9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag;
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\q look, he is standing behind our wall,
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\q gazing through the window,
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\q peering through the lattice.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 10 My beloved spoke to me and said,
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\q "Arise, my love;
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\q My beautiful one, come away with me.
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\q
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\v 11 Look, the winter is past;
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\q the rain is over and gone.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 12 The flowers have appeared in the land;
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\q the time for pruning and the singing of birds has come,
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\q and the sound of the doves is heard in our land.
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\q
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\v 13 The fig tree ripens her green figs,
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\q and the vines are in blossom;
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\q they give off their fragrance.
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\q Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
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\q in the secret clefts of the mountain crags,
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\q let me see your face.
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\q Let me hear your voice,
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\q for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely."
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 15 Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes
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\q that spoil vineyards,
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\q for our vineyard is in blossom.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his;
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\q he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 17 Go away, my beloved,
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\q before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away.
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\q Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag
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\q on the rugged mountains.
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\s5
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\c 3
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 1 At night on my bed
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\q I was longing for him whom my soul loves;
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\q I looked for him, but I could not find him.
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\q
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\v 2 I said to myself, "I will get up and go through the city,
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\q through the streets and squares;
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\q I will search for him whom my soul loves."
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\q I searched for him, but I did not find him.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 3 The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city.
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\q I asked them, "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
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\q
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\v 4 It was only a little while after I had passed them
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\q that I found him whom my soul loves.
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\q I held him and would not let him go
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\q until I had brought him into my mother's house,
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\q into the bedroom of the one who had conceived me.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 5 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q by the gazelles and the does of the fields,
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\q that you will not awaken or arouse love
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\q until she pleases.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 6 What is that coming up from the wilderness
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\q like a column of smoke,
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\q perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
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\q with all the powders sold by merchants?
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\q
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\v 7 Look, it is the bed of Solomon;
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\q sixty warriors surround it,
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\q sixty soldiers of Israel.
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\q
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\v 8 All of them are skilled with a sword and are experienced in warfare.
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\q Every man has his sword at his side,
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\q armed against the terrors of the night.
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\q
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\v 9 King Solomon made himself a sedan chair
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\q of the wood from Lebanon.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 10 Its posts were made of silver;
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\q the back was made of gold, and the seat of purple cloth.
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\q Its interior was decorated with love
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\q by the daughters of Jerusalem.
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\sp The woman speaking to the women of Jerusalem
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\q
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\v 11 Go out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon,
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\q bearing the crown with which his mother crowned him
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\q on his wedding day,
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\q on the day of the joy of his heart.
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\s5
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\c 4
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love; you are beautiful.
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\q Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
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\q Your hair is like a flock of goats
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\q going down from Mount Gilead.
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\q
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\v 2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes,
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\q coming up from the washing place.
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\q Each one has a twin,
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\q and none among them is bereaved.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet;
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\q your mouth is lovely.
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\q Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves
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\q behind your veil.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 4 Your neck is like the tower of David built in rows of stone,
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\q with a thousand shields hanging on it,
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\q all the shields of soldiers.
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\q
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\v 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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\q twins of a gazelle,
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\q grazing among the lilies.
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\q
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\v 6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away,
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\q I will go to the mountain of myrrh
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\q and to the hill of frankincense.
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\q
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\v 7 You are beautiful in every way, my love
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\q and there is no blemish in you.
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\q
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\v 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
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\q Come with me from Lebanon;
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\q come from the top of Amana,
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\q from the top of Senir and Hermon,
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\q from lions' dens,
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\q from mountain dens of leopards.
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\q
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\v 9 You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
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\q you have stolen my heart,
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\q with just one look at me,
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\q with just one jewel of your necklace.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride!
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\q How much better is your love than wine,
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\q and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice.
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\q
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\v 11 Your lips, my bride, drip honey;
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\q honey and milk are under your tongue;
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\q the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
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\q
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\v 12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up,
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\q a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
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\q
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\v 13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits,
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\q and of henna and nard plants,
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\q
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\v 14 Nard and saffron,
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\q calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices,
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\q myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
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\q
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\v 15 You are a garden spring,
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\q a well of fresh water,
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\q streams flowing down from Lebanon.
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind;
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\q blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance.
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\q May my beloved come into his garden
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\q and eat some of its choice fruit.
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\s5
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\c 5
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
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\q I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
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\q I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
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\q I have drunk my wine with my milk.
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\sp The friends speaking to the man and the woman
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\q Eat, friends;
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\q drink and be drunk with love.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
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\q There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying,
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\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one,
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\q for my head is wet with dew,
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\q my hair with the night's dampness."
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\q
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\v 3 "I have taken off my robe; must I put it on again?
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\q I have washed my feet; must I get them dirty?"
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\q
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\v 4 My beloved put in his hand through the opening of the door latch,
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\q and my heart was stirred up for him.
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\q
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\v 5 I got up to open the door for my beloved;
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\q my hands were dripping with myrrh,
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\q my fingers with moist myrrh,
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\q on the door handle.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 6 I opened the door for my beloved,
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\q but my beloved had turned and gone.
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\q My heart sank when he spoke.
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa sank because he had turned away \fqa* . \f*
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\q I looked for him, but I did not find him;
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\q I called him, but he did not answer me.
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\q
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\v 7 The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city.
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\q They struck me and wounded me;
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\q the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the women of the city
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\q
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\v 8 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q that if you find my beloved—
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\q What will you make known to him?—
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\q that I am sick from love.
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\s5
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\sp The women of the city speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 9 How is your beloved better than another beloved man,
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\q most beautiful among women?
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\q Why is your beloved better than another beloved,
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\q that you ask us to take an oath like this?
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\sp The woman speaking to the women of the city
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\q
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\v 10 My beloved is radiant and ruddy,
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\q outstanding among ten thousand.
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\q
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\v 11 His head is the purest gold;
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\q his hair is curly and as black as a raven.
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\q
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\v 12 His eyes are like doves beside streams of water,
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\q bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.
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\q
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\v 13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,
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\q yielding aromatic scents.
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa towers of aromatic scents \fqa* . \f*
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\q His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.
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\q
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\v 14 His arms are rounded gold set with jewels;
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\q his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.
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\q
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\v 15 His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold;
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\q his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
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\q
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\v 16 His mouth is most sweet;
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\q he is completely lovely.
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\q This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
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\q daughters of Jerusalem.
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\s5
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\c 6
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\sp The women of Jerusalem speaking to the young woman
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\q
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\v 1 Where has your beloved gone,
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\q most beautiful among women?
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\q In what direction has your beloved gone,
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\q so that we may seek him with you?
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 My beloved has gone down to his garden,
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\q to the beds of spices,
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\q to graze in the garden and to gather lilies.
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\q
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\v 3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine;
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\q he grazes among the lilies with pleasure.
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my love,
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\q as lovely as Jerusalem,
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\q as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 5 Turn your eyes away from me,
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\q for they overwhelm me.
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\q Your hair is like a flock of goats
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\q going down from the slopes of Gilead.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
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\q coming up from the washing place.
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\q Each one has a twin,
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\q and none among them is bereaved.
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\q
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\v 7 Your cheeks are like pomegranate halves
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\q behind your veil.
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to himself
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\q
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\v 8 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
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\q and young women without number.
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\q
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\v 9 My dove, my undefiled, is the only one;
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\q she is the only daughter of her mother;
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\q she is the favorite one of the woman who bore her.
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\q The young women saw her and called her blessed;
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\q the queens and the concubines saw her also, and they praised her:
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\s5
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\sp What the queens and the concubines said
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\q
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\v 10 "Who is this who appears like the dawn,
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\q as beautiful as the moon,
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\q as bright as the sun,
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\q as awe-inspiring as an army with its banners?"
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to himself
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\q
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\v 11 I went down into the grove of nut trees
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\q to see the young growth in the valley,
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\q to see whether the vines had budded,
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\q and whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
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\q
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\v 12 I was so happy that I felt
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\q I was riding in the chariot of a prince.
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\sp The friends speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 13 Turn back, turn back, you perfect woman;
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\f + \ft Some versions read, \fqa you woman from Shulam \fqa* . \f*
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\q turn back, turn back so that we may gaze on you.
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\sp The woman speaking to the friends
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\q Why do you gaze on the perfect woman,
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\f + \ft Some versions read, \fqa on the woman from Shulam \fqa* . \f*
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\q as if on the dance between two armies?
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\f + \ft Some versions read, \fqa on the dance of Mahanaim \fqa* . \f*
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\s5
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\c 7
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 1 How beautiful your feet appear in your sandals, prince's daughter!
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\q The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
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\q the work of the hands of a master craftsman.
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\q
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\v 2 Your navel is like a round bowl;
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\q may it never lack mixed wine.
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\q Your belly is like a mound of wheat
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\q encircled with lilies.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
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\q twins of a gazelle.
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\q
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\v 4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory;
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\q your eyes are the pools in Heshbon
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\q by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
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\q Your nose is like the tower in Lebanon
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\q that looks toward Damascus.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 5 Your head is on you like Carmel;
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\q the hair on your head is dark purple.
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\q The king is held captive by its tresses.
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\q
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\v 6 How beautiful and how lovely you are,
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\q my love, with delights!
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa are, loved one, with \fqa* . \f*
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\s5
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\q
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\v 7 Your height is like that of a date palm tree,
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\q and your breasts like clusters of fruit.
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\q
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\v 8 I said, "I want to climb that palm tree;
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\q I will take hold of its branches."
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\q May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
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\q and may the fragrance of your nose be like apricots.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 9 May your palate be like the best wine,
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\q flowing smoothly for my beloved,
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\q gliding over the lips of those who sleep.
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa over my lips and teeth \fqa* . \f*
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 10 I am my beloved's,
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\q and he desires me.
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\q
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\v 11 Come, my beloved, let us go out into the countryside;
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\q let us spend the night in the villages.
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa night among the henna plants \fqa* . \f*
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\s5
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\q
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\v 12 Let us rise early to go to the vineyards;
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\q let us see whether the vines have budded,
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\q whether their blossoms have opened,
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\q and whether the pomegranates are in flower.
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\q There I will give you my love.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 13 The mandrakes give off their fragrance;
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\q at the door where we are staying are all sorts of choice fruits, new and old,
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\q that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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\s5
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\c 8
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 1 I wish that you were like my brother,
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\q who nursed at my mother's breasts.
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\q Then whenever I met you outside, I could kiss you,
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\q and no one would despise me.
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\q
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\v 2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house—
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\q she who taught me.
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\q I would give you spiced wine to drink
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\q and some of the juice of my pomegranates.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 3 His left hand is under my head
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\q and his right hand embraces me.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 4 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
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\q that you will not stir up or awaken love
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\q until it pleases.
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\s5
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\sp The women of Jerusalem speaking
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\q
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\v 5 Who is this who is coming up from the wilderness,
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\q leaning on her beloved?
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q I awakened you under the apricot tree;
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\q there your mother conceived you;
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\q there she gave birth to you, she delivered you.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 6 Set me as a seal over your heart,
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\q like a seal on your arm,
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\q for love is as strong as death.
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\q Passionate devotion is as unrelenting as Sheol;
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\q its flames burst out; it is a blazing flame,
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\q a flame hotter than any other fire.
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\s5
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\q
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\v 7 Surging waters cannot quench love,
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\q nor can floods sweep it away.
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\q If a man gave all the possessions in his house for love,
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\q the offer would utterly be despised.
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\s5
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\sp The woman's brothers speaking among themselves
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\q
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\v 8 We have a little sister,
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\q and her breasts have not yet grown.
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\q What can we do for our sister
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\q on the day when she will be promised in marriage?
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\s5
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\q
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\v 9 If she is a wall,
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\q we will build on her a tower of silver.
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\q If she is a door,
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\q we will adorn her with boards of cedar.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 10 I was a wall, but my breasts are now like fortress towers;
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa I am a wall, and my breasts are like fortress towers \fqa* . \f*
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\q so I am in his eyes as one who brings peace.
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\f + \ft Some versions read \fqa so I have found favor in his eyes \fqa* . \f*
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
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\q He gave the vineyard to those who would maintain it.
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\q Each one was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
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\q
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\v 12 My vineyard, my very own, is before me;
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\q the thousand shekels are for you, Solomon,
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\q and the two hundred shekels are for those who maintain its fruit.
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\s5
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\sp The man speaking to the woman
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\q
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\v 13 You who live in the gardens,
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\q my companions are listening for your voice;
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\q let me hear it.
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\s5
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
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\q
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\v 14 Hurry, my beloved,
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\q and be like a gazelle or a young stag
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\q on the mountains of spices.
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