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7 Announce to me, thou whom my soul loved, where thou wilt feed, where thou wilt lie down at noon: wherefore shall I be as he covered by the herds of thy companions. 8 If thou shalt not know for thyself, O fair one among women, come forth for thyself at the heels of the flock, and feed thy kids by the shepherds tents. 9 To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor. 10 Thy cheeks were beautiful with with rows, thy neck with strings of pearls. 11 We will make for thee rows of gold, with marks of silver. 12 The king yet in his divan, my spikenard gave its odor. 13 A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me; he shall lodge between my breasts. 14 A cluster of cypress my beloved to me in the vineyards of the kids fountain. 15 Behold thee fair, my friend; behold thee beautiful; thine eyes are doves'. 16 Behold thee beautiful, my beloved, also pleasant: also our bed is green. 17 The walls of our houses cedars, our carved ceilings, cypresses. Song of Solomon 1:7-17, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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