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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: thus did I find favour in his eyes.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my shepherdess, my lovely one, and come away.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved! Yea, pleasant! Yea, our bed is fresh; the beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.

Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am lovesick.

Arise, come away, my shepherdess, my lovely, and come away!

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.

As the lily among thorns, so is my shepherdess among the daughters.

O that thou wert as my brother, that nursed at the breasts of my mother! When I should meet thee in the street, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be rebuffed.

Come and see, O ye daughters of Zion: King Solomon in the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s:

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handle of the bolt.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? I had barely 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 my conception.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it: if a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.

I have compared thee, O my love, to my mare among Pharaoh’s chariots. Thy cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, thy neck with threaded beads. We will make thee bead-rows of gold with studs of silver.

Thy bush is an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard, Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: A fountain enclosed, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is toward me.

Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines and the blossom of the vineyards.

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.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one glance of thine eyes, with one necklace of thy neck.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep smooth shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

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.

My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

For, lo! the winter, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the blossom of the vines give their scent.

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.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us go up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my affections.