| Chapter 2 |
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As a lily among the thorns, -
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So [is] my friend among the daughters! -
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As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate. -
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He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love, -
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Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love. -
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His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me. -
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I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please! -
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The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills. -
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My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice. -
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My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away, -
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For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone. -
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The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land, -
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The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away. -
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My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely. -
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Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards. -
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My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies, -
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Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation! -
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