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7 Declare to me, you whom my soul has loved, || Where you delight, || Where you lie down at noon, || For why am I as one veiled, || By the ranks of your companions? 8 If you do not know, || O beautiful among women, || Go forth by the traces of the flock, || And feed your kids by the shepherds’ dwellings! 9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend, 10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains. 11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver! 12 While the king [is] in his circle, || My spikenard has given its fragrance. 13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, || Between my breasts it lodges. 14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, || In the vineyards of En-Gedi! 15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, || Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves! 16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, || Indeed, our bed [is] green, 17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, || Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys! Song of Solomon 1:7-17, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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