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SSo 6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
SSo 6:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. SSo 6:12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. SSo 6:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. SSo 7:1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. SSo 7:2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. SSo 7:3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. SSo 7:4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. SSo 7:5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. SSo 7:6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! SSo 7:7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. SSo 7:8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; SSo 7:9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. SSo 7:10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. SSo 7:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. SSo 7:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. SSo 7:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. SSo 8:1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. SSo 8:2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. SSo 8:3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. SSo 8:4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. SSo 8:5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee. SSo 8:6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. SSo 8:7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. SSo 8:8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? SSo 8:9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. SSo 8:10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour. SSo 8:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. SSo 8:12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. SSo 8:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. SSo 8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. |