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100 lines
2.4 KiB
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\sp The woman's lover speaking to her
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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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\v 2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly
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shorn ewes,
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\q coming up from the washing place. Each one has a twin,
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\q and none among them is bereaved.
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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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\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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\v 14 Spikenard 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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\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 young woman speaking to her lover
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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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