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Come with me from Lebanon,
my
spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana,
from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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.
10
How fair is thy love, my sister,
my
spouse! how much better
is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
11
Thy lips, O
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.
12
A garden inclosed
is
my sister,
my
spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain
sealed.
13
Thy plants
are
an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
14
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes,
with all the chief spices:
15
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden,
that
the spices thereof
may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
SONG OF SOLOMON 5
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, O beloved.
2
I sleep, but my heart waketh:
it is
the voice of my beloved that knocketh,
saying,
Open to me,
my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew,
and
my locks with the
drops of the night.
3
I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall
I defile them?
4
My beloved put in his hand by the hole
of the door,
and my bowels were moved
for him.
5
I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped
with
myrrh, and my fingers
with
sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
6
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had
withdrawn himself,
and
was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find
him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7
The watchmen that went about the city found me,
they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8
I charge
you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I
am
sick of love.
9
What
is
thy beloved more than
another
beloved, O thou fairest among women? what
is
thy
beloved more than
another
beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
10
My beloved
is
white and ruddy,
the chiefest among ten thousand.
11
His head
is as
the most fine gold, his locks
are
bushy,
and
black as a raven.
12
His eyes
are
as
the eyes
of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk,
and
fitly set.
13
His cheeks
are
as a bed of spices,
as
sweet flowers: his lips
like
lilies, dropping
sweet smelling myrrh.
14
His hands
are as
gold rings set with the beryl: his belly
is as
bright ivory
overlaid
with
sapphires.
15
His legs
are as
pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his
countenance
is
as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16
His mouth
is
most sweet: yea, he
is
altogether
lovely. This
is
my beloved, and this
is
my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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