Translation: DRA
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1 I am the flower of the field, and the lily of the valleys. 2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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3 As the apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow, whom I desired: and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
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4 He brought me into the cellar of wine, he set in order charity in me.
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5 Stay me up with flowers, compass me about with apples: because I languish with love.
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6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 7 I adjure you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and the harts of the, fields, that you stir not up, nor make the beloved to awake, till she please.
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8 The voice of my beloved, behold he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping over the hills. 9 My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart.
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Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices.
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10 Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one, and come.
11 For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.
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12 The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle is heard in our land:
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13 The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come:
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14 My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.
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15 Catch us the little foxes that destroy the vines: for our vineyard hath flourished.
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| Patreon image donor: Giles Date: December 1 2020 |
16 My beloved to me, and I to him who feedeth among the lilies,
17 Till the day break, and the shadows retire. Return: be like, my beloved, to a roe, or to a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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