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They smote me, they wounded me;
tell him, That I am sick of love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women?
that thou dost so charge us?
My beloved is white and ruddy,
of fine gold: His countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the
cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
WHITHER is thy beloved gone,
O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may
seek him with thee.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the
beds of spices,
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,
for they have over
Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from
from the washing, Whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren
them. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within
thy locks. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concu
She is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and blessed her;
Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
clear as the sun, And terrible as an army with banners?
I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits
of the valley, And to see whether the vine flourished, and the
pomegranates budded. Or ever I was aware, My soul made me like the chariots of Ammi-nadib.
Return, return, O Shulamite;
that we may
What will ye see in the Shulamite?
As it were the company of two armies.
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not
liquor: Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are
twins. . Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: Thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh
toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thine head like purple; The king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for de
lights! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, And thy breasts to clusters of
grapes. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: Now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy nose like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine For my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
And the pomegranates bud forth:
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of
mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, I should not be despised. I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's
house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the
juice of my pomegranate. His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he
Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved?
I raised thee up under the apple tree: