Canticum canticorum

I compare you, my love,
to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks are comely with ornaments,
your neck with strings of jewels.
We will make you ornaments of gold,

While the king was on his couch,
my nard gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh,
that lies between the breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of Engedi.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are beaufiful, my beloved,
truly lovely.
Our couch is green;
the beams of our house is cedar,
our rafters are pine.

I am a rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys.

As a lily among brambles,
so is my love among the maidens

As an apple tree among the trees of the wood,
so is my beloved among young men.
With great delight I sat in his shadow,
and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house,
and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with raisins,
refresh me with apples;
for I am sick with love.




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