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1:1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love
 is better than wine.
1:3 Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment
 poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee! -- The king hath brought me
 into his chambers -- We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We
 will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee
 uprightly.
1:5 I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents
 of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
1:6 Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath
 looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They
 made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not
 kept.
1:7 Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy
 flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I
 be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
1:8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth
 by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the
 shepherds' booths.
1:9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with
 ornamental chains.
1:11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
1:12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth
 its fragrance.
1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the
 night between my breasts.
1:14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the
 vineyards of Engedi.
1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair:
 thine eyes are doves.
1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our
 bed is green.
1:17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are
 cypresses.
2:1 I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2:2 As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
2:3 As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my
 beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit
 down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
2:4 He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over
 me is love.
2:5 Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For
 I am sick of love.
2:6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth
 embrace me.
2:7 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by
 the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my]
 love, till he please.
2:8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the
 mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he
 standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows,
 Glancing through the lattice.
2:10 My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my
 fair one, and come away.
2:11 For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is
 gone:
2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is
 come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
2:13 The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in
 bloom give forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair
 one, and come away!
2:14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the
 precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;
 For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
2:15 Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the
 vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth [his flock]
 among the lilies,
2:17 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my
 beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the
 mountains of Bether.
3:1 On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth:
 I sought him, but I found him not.
3:2 I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and
 in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought
 him, but I found him not.
3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: -- Have ye
 seen him whom my soul loveth?
3:4 -- Scarcely had I passed from them, When 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.
3:5 I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by
 the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my]
 love, till he please.
3:6 Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like
 pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With
 all powders of the merchant? ...
3:7 Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are
 about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
3:8 They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword
 upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
3:9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of
 Lebanon.
3:10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its
 seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the
 daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11 Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With
 the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his
 espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
4:1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine
 eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of
 goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
4:2 Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from
 the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren
 among them.
4:3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is
 comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy
 veil.
4:4 Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A
 thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
4:5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,
 Which feed among the lilies.
4:6 Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me
 to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
4:7 Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
4:8 [Come] with me, from Lebanon, [my] spouse, With me from
 Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of
 Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of
 the leopards.
4:9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; Thou
 hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain
 of thy neck.
4:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! How much
 better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine
 ointments than all spices!
4:11 Thy lips, [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb; Honey and
 milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is
 like the smell of Lebanon.
4:12 A garden enclosed is my sister, [my] spouse; A spring shut
 up, a fountain sealed.
4:13 Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious
 fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
4:14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees
 of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
4:15 A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which
 stream from Lebanon.
4:16 Awake, north wind, and come, [thou] south; Blow upon my
 garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my
 beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.
5:1 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse; I have
 gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with
 my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends;
 drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones!
5:2 I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he
 knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine
 undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the
 drops of the night.
5:3 -- I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have
 washed my feet, how should I pollute them? --
5:4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door]; And my
 bowels yearned for him.
5:5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with
 myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of
 the lock.
5:6 I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn
 himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I
 sought