| Chapter 2 |
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I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys. -
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As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. Beloved -
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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, His fruit was sweet to my taste. -
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He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love. -
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Strengthen me with raisins, Refresh me with apples; For I am faint with love. -
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His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me. -
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I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken love, Until it so desires. -
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The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, Leaping on the mountains, Skipping on the hills. -
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My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice. -
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My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. -
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For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone. -
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The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. -
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The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, And come away. Lover -
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My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. -
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Catch for us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. Beloved -
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My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. -
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Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether. -
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