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I went to my garden, dear friend, best lover! breathed the sweet fragrance. I ate the fruit and honey, I drank the nectar and wine. Celebrate with me, friends! Raise your glasses--"To life! To love!"

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I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink your fill, O lovers.

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I have come to 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, yes, drink deeply, O beloved ones!

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I am here in my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather my myrrh with my spices and eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of this love!

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I was sound asleep, but in my dreams I was wide awake. Oh, listen! It's the sound of my lover knocking, calling! "Let me in, dear companion, dearest friend, my dove, consummate lover! I'm soaked with the dampness of the night, drenched with dew, shivering and cold."

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I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

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I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, "Open for me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night."

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One night as I was sleeping, my heart awakened in a dream. I heard the voice of my lover. He was knocking at my bedroom door. `Open to me, my darling, my treasure, my lovely dove, he said, `for I have been out in the night. My head is soaked with dew, my hair with the wetness of the night.

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"But I'm in my nightgown--do you expect me to get dressed? I'm bathed and in bed--do you want me to get dirty?"

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I have taken off my robe- must I put it on again? I have washed my feet- must I soil them again?

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I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?

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"But I said, `I have taken off my robe. Should I get dressed again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them soiled?'

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But my lover wouldn't take no for an answer, and the longer he knocked, the more excited I became.

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My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; my heart began to pound for him.

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My beloved put his hand By the latch of the door, And my heart yearned for him.

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"My lover tried to unlatch the door, and my heart thrilled within me.

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I got up to open the door to my lover, sweetly ready to receive him, Desiring and expectant as I turned the door handle.

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I arose to open for my lover, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.

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I arose to open for my beloved, And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

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I jumped up to open it. My hands dripped with perfume, my fingers with lovely myrrh, as I pulled back the bolt.

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But when I opened the door he was gone. My loved one had tired of waiting and left. And I died inside--oh, I felt so bad! I ran out looking for him But he was nowhere to be found. I called into the darkness--but no answer.

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I opened for my lover, but my lover had left; he was gone. My heart sank at his departure. I looked for him but did not find him. I called him but he did not answer.

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I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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I opened to my lover, but he was gone. I yearned for even his voice! I searched for him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I called to him, but there was no reply.

Song.5.7

The night watchmen found me as they patrolled the streets of the city. They slapped and beat and bruised me, ripping off my clothes, These watchmen, who were supposed to be guarding the city.

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The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen of the walls!

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The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls Took my veil away from me.

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The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds; they struck and wounded me. The watchman on the wall tore off my veil.

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I beg you, sisters in Jerusalem--if you find my lover, Please tell him I want him, that I'm heartsick with love for him.

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O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you- if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.

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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!

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"Make this promise to me, O women of Jerusalem! If you find my beloved one, tell him that I am sick with love."

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What's so great about your lover, fair lady? What's so special about him that you beg for our help?

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How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?

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What is your beloved More than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved More than another beloved, That you so charge us?

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O woman of rare beauty, what is it about your loved one that brings you to tell us this?

Song.5.10

My dear lover glows with health--red-blooded, radiant! He's one in a million. There's no one quite like him!

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My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

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My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.

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My lover is dark and dazzling, better than ten thousand others!

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My golden one, pure and untarnished, with raven black curls tumbling across his shoulders.

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His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

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His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, And black as a raven.

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His head is the finest gold, and his hair is wavy and black.

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His eyes are like doves, soft and bright, but deep-set, brimming with meaning, like wells of water.

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His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.

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His eyes are like doves By the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, And fitly set.

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His eyes are like doves beside brooks of water; they are set like jewels.

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His face is rugged, his beard smells like sage, His voice, his words, warm and reassuring.

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His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.

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His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.

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His cheeks are like sweetly scented beds of spices. His lips are like perfumed lilies. His breath is like myrrh.

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Fine muscles ripple beneath his skin, quiet and beautiful. His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory.

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His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.

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His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl. His body is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.

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His arms are like round bars of gold, set with chrysolite. His body is like bright ivory, aglow with sapphires.

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He stands tall, like a cedar, strong and deep-rooted, A rugged mountain of a man, aromatic with wood and stone.

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His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.

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His legs are pillars of marble Set on bases of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, Excellent as the cedars.

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His legs are like pillars of marble set in sockets of the finest gold, strong as the cedars of Lebanon. None can rival him.

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His words are kisses, his kisses words. Everything about him delights me, thrills me through and through! That's my lover, that's my man, dear Jerusalem sisters.

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His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, And this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

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His mouth is altogether sweet; he is lovely in every way. Such, O women of Jerusalem, is my lover, my friend.

Song.6.1

So where has this love of yours gone, fair one? Where on earth can he be? Can we help you look for him?

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Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? Which way did your lover turn, that we may look for him with you?

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Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, That we may seek him with you?

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O rarest of beautiful women, where has your lover gone? We will help you find him.

Song.6.2

Never mind. My lover is already on his way to his garden, to browse among the flowers, touching the colors and forms.

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My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies.

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My beloved has gone to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed his flock in the gardens, And to gather lilies.

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He has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to graze and to gather the lilies.

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I am my lover's and my lover is mine. He caresses the sweet-smelling flowers.

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I am my lover's and my lover is mine; he browses among the lilies.

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I am my beloved's, And my beloved is mine. He feeds his flock among the lilies.

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I am my lovers, and my lover is mine. He grazes among the lilies!

Song.6.4

Dear, dear friend and lover, you're as beautiful as Tirzah, city of delights, Lovely as Jerusalem, city of dreams, the ravishing visions of my ecstasy.

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You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners.

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O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, Awesome as an army with banners!

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O my beloved, you are as beautiful as the lovely town of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem! You are as majestic as an army with banners!

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Your beauty is too much for me--I'm in over my head. I'm not used to this! I can't take it in. Your hair flows and shimmers like a flock of goats in the distance streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.

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Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead.

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Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.

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Look away, for your eyes overcome me! 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 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 sheep Which have come up from the washing; Every one bears twins, And none is barren among them.

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

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Your veiled cheeks are soft and radiant.

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Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.

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Like a piece of pomegranate Are your temples behind your veil.

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Your cheeks behind your veil are like pomegranate halves--lovely and delicious.

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There's no one like her on earth, never has been, never will be.

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Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;

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There are sixty queens And eighty concubines, And virgins without number.

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There may be sixty wives, all queens, and eighty concubines and unnumbered virgins available to me.

Song.6.9

She's a woman beyond compare. My dove is perfection, Pure and innocent as the day she was born, and cradled in joy by her mother. Everyone who came by to see her exclaimed and admired her--All the fathers and mothers, the neighbors and friends, blessed and praised her:

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but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.

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My dove, my perfect one, Is the only one, The only one of her mother, The favorite of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her And called her blessed, The queens and the concubines, And they praised her.

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But I would still choose my dove, my perfect one, the only beloved daughter of her mother! The young women are delighted when they see her; even queens and concubines sing her praises!

Song.6.10

"Has anyone ever seen anything like this--dawn-fresh, moon-lovely, sun-radiant, ravishing as the night sky with its galaxies of stars?"

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Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?

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Who is she who looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Awesome as an army with banners?

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`Who is this, they ask, `arising like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as an army with banners?

Song.6.11

One day I went strolling through the orchard, looking for signs of spring, Looking for buds about to burst into flower, anticipating readiness, ripeness.

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I went down to the grove of nut trees to look at the new growth in the valley, to see if the vines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

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I went down to the garden of nuts To see the verdure of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded And the pomegranates had bloomed.

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"I went down into the grove of nut trees and out to the valley to see the new growth brought on by spring. I wanted to see whether the grapevines were budding yet, or whether the pomegranates were blossoming.

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Before I knew it my heart was raptured, carried away by lofty thoughts!

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Before I realized it, my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.

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Before I was even aware, My soul had made me As the chariots of my noble people.

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Before I realized it, I found myself in my princely bed with my beloved one. "

Song.6.13

Dance, dance, dear Shulammite, Angel-Princess! Dance, and we'll feast our eyes on your grace! Everyone wants to see the Shulammite dance her victory dances of love and peace.

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Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! Why would you gaze on the Shulammite as on the dance of Mahanaim?

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Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon you! What would you see in the Shulamite-- As it were, the dance of the two camps?

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Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you once again. Why do you gaze so intently at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?

Song.7.1

Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet, and queenly your movement--Your limbs are lithe and elegant, the work of a master artist.

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How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince's daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands.

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How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman.

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How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O queenly maiden. Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a skilled craftsman.

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Your body is a chalice, wine-filled. Your skin is silken and tawny like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.

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Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies.

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Your navel is a rounded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.

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Your navel is as delicious as a goblet filled with wine. Your belly is lovely, like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

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Your breasts are like fawns, twins of a gazelle.

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Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

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Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.

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Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle.

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Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender. Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery. Quintessentially feminine! Your profile turns all heads, commanding attention.

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Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus.

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Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.

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Your neck is as stately as an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the sparkling pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is as fine as the tower of Lebanon overlooking Damascus.

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The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges -stirrings of desire, longings for the heights--Remind me of you, and I'm spoiled for anyone else!

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.

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Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.

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Your head is as majestic as Mount Carmel, and the sheen of your hair radiates royalty. A king is held captive in your queenly tresses.

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Your beauty, within and without, is absolute, dear lover, close companion.

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How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights!

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How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

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"Oh, how delightful you are, my beloved; how pleasant for utter delight!

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You are tall and supple, like the palm tree, and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.

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Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit.

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This stature of yours is like a palm tree, And your breasts like its clusters.

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You are tall and slim like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters of dates.

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I say, "I'm going to climb that palm tree! I'm going to caress its fruit!" Oh yes! Your breasts will be clusters of sweet fruit to me, Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint,

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I said, "I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit." May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

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I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches." Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, The fragrance of your breath like apples,

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I said, `I will climb up into the palm tree and take hold of its branches.' Now may your breasts be like grape clusters, and the scent of your breath like apples.

Song.7.9

your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too--my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine.

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and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

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And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.

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May your kisses be as exciting as the best wine, smooth and sweet, flowing gently over lips and teeth. "

Song.7.10

I am my lover's. I'm all he wants. I'm all the world to him!

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I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.

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I am my beloved's, And his desire is toward me.

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I am my lovers, the one he desires.

Song.7.11

Come, dear lover--let's tramp through the countryside.

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Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages.

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Come, my beloved, Let us go forth to the field; Let us lodge in the villages.

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Come, my love, let us go out into the fields and spend the night among the wildflowers.

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Let's sleep at some wayside inn, then rise early and listen to bird-song. Let's look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white, Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers. And there I'll give myself to you, my love to your love!

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Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom- there I will give you my love.

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Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, Whether the grape blossoms are open, And the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

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Let us get up early and go out to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vines have budded, whether the blossoms have opened, and whether the pomegranates are in flower. And there I will give you my love.

Song.7.13

Love-apples drench us with fragrance, fertility surrounds, suffuses us, Fruits fresh and preserved that I've kept and saved just for you, my love.

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The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my lover.

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The mandrakes give off a fragrance, And at our gates are pleasant fruits, All manner, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, my beloved.

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There the mandrakes give forth their fragrance, and the rarest fruits are at our doors, the new as well as old, for I have stored them up for you, my lover.

Song.8.1

I wish you'd been my twin brother, sharing with me the breasts of my mother, Playing outside in the street, kissing in plain view of everyone, and no one thinking anything of it.

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If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother's breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

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Oh, that you were like my brother, Who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.

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Oh, if only you were my brother, who nursed at my mothers breast. Then I could kiss you no matter who was watching, and no one would criticize me.

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I'd take you by the hand and bring you home where I was raised by my mother. You'd drink my wine and kiss my cheeks.

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I would lead you and bring you to my mother's house- she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

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I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, She who used to instruct me. I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate.

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I would bring you to my childhood home, and there you would teach me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, my sweet pomegranate wine.

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Imagine! His left hand cradling my head, his right arm around 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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Your left hand would be under my head and your right hand would embrace me.

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Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem: 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: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

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I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.

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"I want you to promise, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right. "

Song.8.5

Who is this I see coming up from the country, arm in arm with her lover? I found you under the apricot tree, and woke you up to love. Your mother went into labor under that tree, and under that very tree she bore you.

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Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover? Under the apple tree I roused you; there your mother conceived you, there she who was in labor gave you birth.

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Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother brought you forth; There she who bore you brought you forth.

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Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her lover? I aroused you under the apple tree, where your mother gave you birth, where in great pain she delivered you.

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Hang my locket around your neck, wear my ring on your finger. Love is invincible facing danger and death. Passion laughs at the terrors of hell. The fire of love stops at nothing--it sweeps everything before it.

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Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame.

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Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.

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Place me like a seal over your heart, or like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, and its jealousy is as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

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Flood waters can't drown love, torrents of rain can't put it out. Love can't be bought, love can't be sold--it's not to be found in the marketplace.

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Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.

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Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love All the wealth of his house, It would be utterly despised.

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Many waters cannot quench love; neither can rivers drown it. If a man tried to buy love with everything he owned, his offer would be utterly despised.

Song.8.8

My brothers used to worry about me: "Our little sister has no breasts. What shall we do with our little sister when men come asking for her?

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We have a young sister, and her breasts are not yet grown. What shall we do for our sister for the day she is spoken for?

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We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?

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We have a little sister too young for breasts. What will we do if someone asks to marry her?

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She's a virgin and vulnerable, and we'll protect her. If they think she's a wall, we'll top it with barbed wire. If they think she's a door, we'll barricade it."

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If she is a wall, we will build towers of silver on her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

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If she is a wall, We will build upon her A battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her With boards of cedar.

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If she is chaste, we will strengthen and encourage her. But if she is promiscuous, we will shut her off from men.

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Dear brothers, I'm a walled-in virgin still, but my breasts are full--And when my lover sees me, he knows he'll soon be satisfied.

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I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. Thus I have become in his eyes like one bringing contentment.

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I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.

Song.8.10

I am chaste, and I am now full breasted. And my lover is content with me.

Song.8.11

King Solomon may have vast vineyards in lush, fertile country, Where he hires others to work the ground. People pay anything to get in on that bounty.

Song.8.11

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; he let out his vineyard to tenants. Each was to bring for its fruit a thousand shekels of silver.

Song.8.11

Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; Everyone was to bring for its fruit A thousand silver coins.

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"Solomon has a vineyard at Baal-hamon, which he rents to some farmers there. Each of them pays one thousand pieces of silver for its use.

Song.8.12

But my vineyard is all mine, and I'm keeping it to myself. You can have your vast vineyards, Solomon, you and your greedy guests!

Song.8.12

But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

Song.8.12

My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, And those who tend its fruit two hundred.

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But as for my own vineyard, O Solomon, you can take my thousand pieces of silver. And I will give two hundred pieces of silver to those who care for its vines."

Song.8.13

Oh, lady of the gardens, my friends are with me listening. Let me hear your voice!

Song.8.13

You who dwell in the gardens with friends in attendance, let me hear your voice!

Song.8.13

You who dwell in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice-- Let me hear it!

Song.8.13

O my beloved, lingering in the gardens, how wonderful that your companions can listen to your voice. Let me hear it, too!

Song.8.14

Run to me, dear lover. Come like a gazelle. Leap like a wild stag on the spice mountains.

Song.8.14

Come away, my lover, and be like a gazelle or like a young stag on the spice-laden mountains.

Song.8.14

Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.

Song.8.14

Come quickly, my love! Move like a swift gazelle or a young deer on the mountains of spices.