ASV - Song of Solomon Chapter 5 to 8

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¹I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. ²I was asleep, but my heart waked: It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. ³I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? ⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him. ⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt. ⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. ⁷The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. ⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love. ⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us? ¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. ¹¹His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. ¹²His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set. ¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. ¹⁴His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires. ¹⁵His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. ¹⁶His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

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¹Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may seek him with thee? ²My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. ³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He feedeth his flock among the lilies, ⁴Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. ⁵Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead. ⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one hath twins, And none is bereaved among them. ⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind thy veil. ⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. ⁹My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. ¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners? ¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. ¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people. ¹³Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, As upon the dance of Mahanaim?

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¹How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman. ²Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. ³Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. ⁴Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes as the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. ⁵Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof. ⁶How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! ⁷This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. ⁸I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples, ⁹And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. ¹⁰I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me. ¹¹Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. ¹²Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love. ¹³The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

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¹Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; Yea, and none would despise me. ²I 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. ³His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. ⁴I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please. ⁵Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened thee: There thy mother was in travail with thee, There was she in travail that brought thee forth. ⁶Set me as a seal upon thy heart, As a seal upon thine arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. ⁷Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be contemned. ⁸We 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? ⁹If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will inclose her with boards of cedar. ¹⁰I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. ¹¹Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. ¹²My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. ¹³Thou that dwellest in the gardens, The companions hearken for thy voice: Cause me to hear it. ¹⁴Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.