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I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2
As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3
As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.
Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
4
He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
5
"Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples;
for I am love-sick."
6
Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
7
"I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please."
8
Hark!
my beloved!
behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart;
behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
10
My beloved spoke, and said unto me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, 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 vineyards;
for our vineyards are in blossom."
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My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
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Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.