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O my dove,
that art
in the clefts of the rock, in the secret
places
of the stairs, let me see thy
countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet
is
thy voice, and thy countenance
is
comely.
15
Take
us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines
have
tender grapes.
16
My beloved
is
mine, and I
am
his: he feedeth among the lilies.
17
Until the day break, and the
shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains
of Bether.
SONG OF SOLOMON 3
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2
I will
rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul
loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3
The watchmen that go about the city found me:
to whom
I said,
Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
4
It was
but a little that I passed from them, but 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 her that conceived me.
5
I charge you, O ye daughters of
Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
my
love, till he
please.
6
Who
is
this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and
frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7
Behold his bed, which
is
Solomon’s; threescore
valiant men
are
about it, of the valiant of Israel.
8
They all hold swords,
being
expert in war: every
man
hath
his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
9
King Solomon made himself a
chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10
He made the pillars thereof
of
silver, the bottom thereof
of
gold,
the covering of it
of
purple, the midst thereof being paved
with
love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother
crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
SONG OF SOLOMON 4
Behold, thou
art
fair, my love; behold, thou
art
fair; thou
hast
doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy
hair
is
as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
2
Thy teeth
are
like a flock
of sheep that
are even
shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none
is
barren
among them.
3
Thy lips
are
like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is
comely: thy temples
are
like
a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
4
Thy neck
is
like the tower of David builded for an
armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5
Thy two breasts
are
like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6
Until the day break, and the
shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7
Thou
art
all fair, my love;
there is
no spot in thee.
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