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The Song--best of all songs--Solomon's song!

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Solomon's Song of Songs.

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The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

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This is Solomon's song of songs, more wonderful than any other.

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Kiss me--full on the mouth! Yes! For your love is better than wine,

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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth- for your love is more delightful than wine.

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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth-- For your love is better than wine.

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Kiss me again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.

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headier than your aromatic oils. The syllables of your name murmur like a meadow brook. No wonder everyone loves to say your name!

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Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!

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Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.

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How fragrant your cologne, and how pleasing your name! No wonder all the young women love you!

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Take me away with you! Let's run off together! An elopement with my King-Lover! We'll celebrate, we'll sing, we'll make great music. Yes! For your love is better than vintage wine. Everyone loves you--of course! And why not?

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Take me away with you-let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers. We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. How right they are to adore you!

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Draw me away! We will run after you. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember 1your love more than wine. Rightly do they love 1you.

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Take me with you. Come, lets run! Bring me into your bedroom, O my king. How happy we are for him! We praise his love even more than wine. How right that the young women love you!

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I am weathered but still elegant, oh, dear sisters in Jerusalem, Weather--darkened like Kedar desert tents, time-softened like Solomon's Temple hangings.

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Dark am I, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.

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I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.

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"I am dark and beautiful, O women of Jerusalem, tanned as the dark tents of Kedar. Yes, even as the tents of Solomon!

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Don't look down on me because I'm dark, darkened by the sun's harsh rays. My brothers ridiculed me and sent me to work in the fields. They made me care for the face of the earth, but I had no time to care for my own face.

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Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother's sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected.

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Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.

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"Don't look down on me, you fair city girls, just because my complexion is so dark. The sun has burned my skin. My brothers were angry with me and sent me out to tend the vineyards in the hot sun. Now see what it has done to me!

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Tell me where you're working -I love you so much--Tell me where you're tending your flocks, where you let them rest at noontime. Why should I be the one left out, outside the orbit of your tender care?

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Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?

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Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself By the flocks of your companions?

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"Tell me, O my love, where are you leading your flock today? Where will you rest your sheep at noon? For why should I wander like a prostitute among the flocks of your companions?"

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If you can't find me, loveliest of all women, it's all right. Stay with your flocks. Lead your lambs to good pasture. Stay with your shepherd neighbors.

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If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.

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If you do not know, O fairest among women, Follow in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats Beside the shepherds' tents.

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If you dont know, O most beautiful woman, follow the trail of my flock to the shepherds tents, and there feed your young goats.

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You remind me of Pharaoh's well-groomed and satiny mares.

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I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.

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I have compared you, my love, To my filly among Pharaoh's chariots.

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What a lovely filly you are, my beloved one!

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Pendant earrings line the elegance of your cheeks; strands of jewels illumine the curve of your throat.

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Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

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Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with chains of gold.

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How lovely are your cheeks, with your earrings setting them afire! How stately is your neck, accented with a long string of jewels.

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I'm making jewelry for you, gold and silver jewelry that will mark and accent your beauty.

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We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.

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We will make you ornaments of gold With studs of silver.

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We will make earrings of gold for you and beads of silver.

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When my King-Lover lay down beside me, my fragrance filled the room.

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While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

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While the king is at his table, My spikenard sends forth its fragrance.

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The king is lying on his couch, enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

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His head resting between my breasts--the head of my lover was a sachet of sweet myrrh.

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My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

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A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, That lies all night between my breasts.

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My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts.

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My beloved is a bouquet of wildflowers picked just for me from the fields of Engedi.

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My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.

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My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi.

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He is like a bouquet of flowers in the gardens of En-gedi.

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Oh, my dear friend! You're so beautiful! And your eyes so beautiful--like doves!

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How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.

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Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes.

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How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful! Your eyes are soft like doves.

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And you, my dear lover--you're so handsome! And the bed we share is like a forest glen.

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How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.

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Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.

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What a lovely, pleasant sight you are, my love, as we lie here on the grass,

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We enjoy a canopy of cedars enclosed by cypresses, fragrant and green.

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The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.

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The beams of our houses are cedar, And our rafters of fir.

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shaded by cedar trees and spreading firs.

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I'm just a wildflower picked from the plains of Sharon, a lotus blossom from the valley pools.

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I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

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I am the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys.

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I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valley.

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A lotus blossoming in a swamp of weeds--that's my dear friend among the girls in the village.

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Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the maidens.

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Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

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Yes, compared to other women, my beloved is like a lily among thorns.

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As an apricot tree stands out in the forest, my lover stands above the young men in town. All I want is to sit in his shade, to taste and savor his delicious love.

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Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

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Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.

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And compared to other youths, my lover is like the finest apple tree in the orchard. I am seated in his delightful shade, and his fruit is delicious to eat.

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He took me home with him for a festive meal, but his eyes feasted on me!

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He has taken me to the banquet hall, and his banner over me is love.

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He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.

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He brings me to the banquet hall, so everyone can see how much he loves me.

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Oh! Give me something refreshing to eat--and quickly! Apricots, raisins--anything. I'm about to faint with love!

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Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love.

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Sustain me with cakes of raisins, Refresh me with apples, For I am lovesick.

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Oh, feed me with your love--your `raisins and your `apples--for I am utterly lovesick!

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His left hand cradles my head, and his right arm encircles my waist!

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His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

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His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.

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His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

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Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer: Don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time is ripe--and you're ready.

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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.

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"Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the swift gazelles and the deer of the wild, not to awaken love until the time is right.

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Look! Listen! There's my lover! Do you see him coming? Vaulting the mountains, leaping the hills.

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Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

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The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.

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"Ah, I hear him--my lover! Here he comes, leaping on the mountains and bounding over the hills.

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My lover is like a gazelle, graceful; like a young stag, virile. Look at him there, on tiptoe at the gate, all ears, all eyes--ready!

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My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

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My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, Gazing through the lattice.

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My lover is like a swift gazelle or a young deer. Look, there he is behind the wall! Now he is looking in through the window, gazing into the room.

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My lover has arrived and he's speaking to me! Get up, my dear friend, fair and beautiful lover--come to me!

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My lover spoke and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.

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My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.

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"My lover said to me, `Rise up, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.

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Look around you: Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone!

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See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.

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For lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.

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For the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone.

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Spring flowers are in blossom all over. The whole world's a choir--and singing! Spring warblers are filling the forest with sweet arpeggios.

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Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.

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The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.

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The flowers are springing up, and the time of singing birds has come, even the cooing of turtledoves.

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Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed, and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms. Oh, get up, dear friend, my fair and beautiful lover--come to me!

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The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me."

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The fig tree puts forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes Give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away!

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The fig trees are budding, and the grapevines are in blossom. How delicious they smell! Yes, spring is here! Arise, my beloved, my fair one, and come away.'"

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Come, my shy and modest dove--leave your seclusion, come out in the open. Let me see your face, let me hear your voice. For your voice is soothing and your face is ravishing.

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My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

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"O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely."

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My dove is hiding behind some rocks, behind an outcrop on the cliff. Let me see you; let me hear your voice. For your voice is pleasant, and you are lovely.

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Then you must protect me from the foxes, foxes on the prowl, Foxes who would like nothing better than to get into our flowering garden.

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Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.

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Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.

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Quick! Catch all the little foxes before they ruin the vineyard of your love, for the grapevines are all in blossom.

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My lover is mine, and I am his. Nightly he strolls in our garden, Delighting in the flowers

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My lover is mine and I am his; he browses among the lilies.

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My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.

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My lover is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies!

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until dawn breathes its light and night slips away. Turn to me, dear lover. Come like a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on delectable mountains!

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Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, turn, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the rugged hills.

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Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag Upon the mountains of Bether.

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Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away, come back to me, my love. Run like a gazelle or a young stag on the rugged mountains.

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Restless in bed and sleepless through the night, I longed for my lover. I wanted him desperately. His absence was painful.

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All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.

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By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did not find him.

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One night as I lay in bed, I yearned deeply for my lover, but he did not come.

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So I got up, went out and roved the city, hunting through streets and down alleys. I wanted my lover in the worst way! I looked high and low, and didn't find him.

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I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my heart loves. So I looked for him but did not find him.

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"I will rise now," I said, "And go about the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek the one I love." I sought him, but I did not find him.

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So I said to myself, `I will get up now and roam the city, searching for him in all its streets and squares. But my search was in vain.

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And then the night watchmen found me as they patrolled the darkened city. "Have you seen my dear lost love?" I asked.

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The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. "Have you seen the one my heart loves?"

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The watchmen who go about the city found me; I said, "Have you seen the one I love?"

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The watchmen stopped me as they made their rounds, and I said to them, `Have you seen him anywhere, this one I love so much?

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No sooner had I left them than I found him, found my dear lost love. I threw my arms around him and held him tight, wouldn't let him go until I had him home again, safe at home beside the fire.

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Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves. I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother's house, to the room of the one who conceived me.

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Scarcely had I passed by them, When I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go, Until I had brought him to the house of my mother, And into the chamber of her who conceived me.

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A little while later I found him and held him. I didnt let him go until I had brought him to my childhood home, into my mothers bedroom, where I had been conceived.

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Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem, by the gazelles, yes, by all the wild deer: Don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time is ripe--and you're ready.

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Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.

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"Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the swift gazelles and the deer of the wild, not to awaken love until the time is right. "

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What's this I see, approaching from the desert, raising clouds of dust, Filling the air with sweet smells and pungent aromatics?

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Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant?

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Who is this coming out of the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the merchant's fragrant powders?

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Who is this sweeping in from the deserts like a cloud of smoke along the ground? Who is it that smells of myrrh and frankincense and every other spice?

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Look! It's Solomon's carriage, carried and guarded by sixty soldiers, sixty of Israel's finest,

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Look! It is Solomon's carriage, escorted by sixty warriors, the noblest of Israel,

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Behold, it is Solomon's couch, With sixty valiant men around it, Of the valiant of Israel.

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Look, it is Solomons carriage, with sixty of Israels mightiest men surrounding it.

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All of them armed to the teeth, trained for battle, ready for anything, anytime.

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all of them wearing the sword, all experienced in battle, each with his sword at his side, prepared for the terrors of the night.

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They all hold swords, Being expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh Because of fear in the night.

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They are all skilled swordsmen and experienced warriors. Each one wears a sword on his thigh, ready to defend the king against an attack during the night.

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King Solomon once had a carriage built from fine-grained Lebanon cedar.

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King Solomon made for himself the carriage; he made it of wood from Lebanon.

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Of the wood of Lebanon Solomon the King Made himself a palanquin:

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"King Solomon has built a carriage for himself from wood imported from Lebanon's forests.

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He had it framed with silver and roofed with gold. The cushions were covered with a purple fabric, the interior lined with tooled leather.

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Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.

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He made its pillars of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple, Its interior paved with love By the daughters of Jerusalem.

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Its posts are of silver, its canopy is gold, and its seat is upholstered in purple cloth. Its interior was a gift of love from the young women of Jerusalem."

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Come and look, sisters in Jerusalem. Oh, sisters of Zion, don't miss this! My King-Lover, dressed and garlanded for his wedding, his heart full, bursting with joy!

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Come out, you daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.

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Go forth, O daughters of Zion, And see King Solomon with the crown With which his mother crowned him On the day of his wedding, The day of the gladness of his heart.

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Go out to look upon King Solomon, O young women of Jerusalem. See the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, the day of his gladness.

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You're so beautiful, my darling, so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled By your hair as it flows and shimmers, like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.

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How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.

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Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gilead.

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How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats frisking down the slopes of Gilead.

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Your smile is generous and full--expressive and strong and clean.

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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone.

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Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep Which have come up from the washing, Every one of which bears twins, And none is barren among them.

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Your teeth are as white as sheep, newly shorn and washed. They are perfectly matched; not one is missing.

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Your lips are jewel red, your mouth elegant and inviting, your veiled cheeks soft and radiant.

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Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.

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Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, And your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil Are like a piece of pomegranate.

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Your lips are like a ribbon of scarlet. Oh, how beautiful your mouth! Your cheeks behind your veil are like pomegranate halves--lovely and delicious.

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The smooth, lithe lines of your neck command notice--all heads turn in awe and admiration!

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Your neck is like the tower of David, built with elegance; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.

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Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory, On which hang a thousand bucklers, All shields of mighty men.

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Your neck is as stately as the tower of David, jeweled with the shields of a thousand heroes.

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Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.

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Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.

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The sweet, fragrant curves of your body, the soft, spiced contours of your flesh Invite me, and I come. I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.

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Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.

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Until the day breaks And the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.

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Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

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You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.

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All beautiful you are, my darling; there is no flaw in you.

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You are all fair, my love, And there is no spot in you.

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You are so beautiful, my beloved, so perfect in every part.

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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety.

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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions' dens and the mountain haunts of the leopards.

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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 Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.

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"Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Come down from the top of Mount Amana, from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon, where lions have their dens and panthers prowl.

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You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!

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You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.

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You have ravished my heart, My sister, my spouse; You have ravished my heart With one look of your eyes, With one link of your necklace.

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You have ravished my heart, my treasure, my bride. I am overcome by one glance of your eyes, by a single bead of your necklace.

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How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend--far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices.

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How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

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How fair is your love, My sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, And the scent of your perfumes Than all spices!

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How sweet is your love, my treasure, my bride! How much better it is than wine! Your perfume is more fragrant than the richest of spices.

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The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor. Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains.

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Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.

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Your lips, O my spouse, Drip as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

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Your lips, my bride, are as sweet as honey. Yes, honey and cream are under your tongue. The scent of your clothing is like that of the mountains and the cedars of Lebanon.

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Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.

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You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.

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A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, A spring shut up, A fountain sealed.

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"You are like a private garden, my treasure, my bride! You are like a spring that no one else can drink from, a fountain of my own.

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Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits--Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods;

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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits, with henna and nard,

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Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, Fragrant henna with spikenard,

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You are like a lovely orchard bearing precious fruit, with the rarest of perfumes:

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Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic;

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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree, with myrrh and aloes and all the finest spices.

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Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices--

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nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, myrrh and aloes, perfume from every incense tree, and every other lovely spice.

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A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.

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You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon.

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A fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And streams from Lebanon.

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You are a garden fountain, a well of living water, as refreshing as the streams from the Lebanon mountains."

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Wake up, North Wind, get moving, South Wind! Breathe on my garden, fill the air with spice fragrance. Oh, let my lover enter his garden! Yes, let him eat the fine, ripe fruits.

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Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.

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Awake, O north wind, And come, O south! Blow upon my garden, That its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden And eat its pleasant fruits.

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Awake, north wind! Come, south wind! Blow on my garden and waft its lovely perfume to my lover. Let him come into his garden and eat its choicest fruits.