| Chapter 2 |
1 | As a lily among the thorns,
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2 | So [is] my friend among the daughters!
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3 | As a citron among trees of the forest, So [is] my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit [is] sweet to my palate.
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4 | He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me [is] love,
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5 | Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I [am] sick with love.
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6 | His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
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7 | I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
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8 | The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
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9 | My beloved [is] like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
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10 | My beloved hath answered and said to me, 'Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
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11 | For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.
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12 | The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
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13 | The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
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14 | My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice [is] sweet, and thy appearance comely.
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15 | Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
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16 | My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
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17 | Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!
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