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Chapter 1
The song of songs, by Solomon.
Kiss me with kisses of your mouth; for you love is better than wine.
The fragrance of you good ointments: your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore the maidens love you.
Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine; the upright love you.
I am black but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not uopn me that I am black, because the sun ahs gazed upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make you flock rest at noon; for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flock of your companions?
If you knwo not, O you fairest of women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids besides the shepherd's tents.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, you neck with chains of gold.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the kings sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth its smell.
A bundle of of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Ein Gedi.
Behold you are fair, my love; behold you are fair; your eyes are like doves.
Behold you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant; our bed is green.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
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Chapter 2
I am the rose of sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily amoung thorns, so is my love amoung the daughters.
As the apple tree amoung the trees of the wood, so is my beloved amoung the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, an his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with flagons, comfort me with apples; for I am sick with love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand does embrace me.
I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
The voice of my Beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or young hart; behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks forth at the windows, showing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain has come and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give off a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that is in the celfts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice and your countenance is comely.
Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds amoung the lilies.
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or young hart upon the mountains of Betar.
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Chapter 3
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
The watchmen that go about the city found me; to them I said, Did you see him whom my soul loves?
I had but passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves; I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the house of her that conceived me.
I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir no up, nor awake my love till he please.
Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the powders of the merchant?
Behold his be, which is Solomon's; sixty valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
They all hold swords, being expert in war; every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
He made its pillars of silver, its bottom gold, its covering purple, its midst paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth. you daughters on Zion, and behold Kin Solomon witht eh crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
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Chapter 4
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes within your locks; your hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which came up from the washing; each of which bears twins, and none is barren amoung them.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate within you locks.
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, upon which hang a thousand bucklers, all sheilds of mighty men.
Your breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed amoung the lilies.
Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankinscense.
You are fair, my love; there is no spot in you.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
How fair is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is your love than wine! And the ssmell of your sweet fragrance than all spices!
Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tounge; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
As a garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard.
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankinscense; myrrh and aloes, with all the cheif spices;
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
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Chapter 5
I have come into my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk; eat, O friends, drink, yes, drink abundantly; O beloved.
I sleep, but my heart wakes; it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on? I ahe washed my feet; how shall I defile them? My beloved put his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved, my hands dripping with myrrh, and my fingers sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned and was gone; my soul was faint when he spoke; I sought him; I called him, but he gave no answer.
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick with love.
What is your beloved more than any beloved, O you fairest amoung women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief amoung the ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk and set well.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping sweet-smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with beryl; his belly is as bight ivory overlaid with sapphires.
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
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Solomon
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Is that the end? I thought there were a couple more chapters. Then again, you must have got sick of writing. I really love this; particularly the bit about the teeth being like a flock of sheep.
The running around in the streets it pretty powerful, though. Have been there.
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yeah you're real romantic.
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Princess Peach
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sung to the tune of 'clementine'
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devalis
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I couldn't believe that this was actually in the Bible. made it a lot more interesting to me because they must be talking about love that's totally pure.
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uh huh :)
I think its so beautiful, and its amazin that (dispite the nards and flocks of sheep and over the top stuff) I can relate to some parts of it totally.
Noramlly I'm not religeous at all.
But solomon must ahve been a pretty special guy.
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One man went to mow,
la la la la-la la...
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