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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of Songs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.<br>Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:<br>for thy love is better than wine. <br>Because of the savor of thy good ointments<br>thy name is as ointment poured forth, <br>therefore do the virgins love thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw me, we will run after thee:<br>the King hath brought me into his chambers: <br>we will be glad and rejoice in thee, <br>we will remember thy love more than wine: <br>the upright love thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,<br>as the tents of Kedar, <br>as the curtains of Solomon. <br>Look not upon me, because I am black,<br>because the sun hath looked upon me: <br>my mother's children were angry with me; <br>they made me the keeper of the vineyards; <br>but mine own vineyard have I not kept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest,<br>where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: <br>for why should I be as one that turneth aside <br>by the flocks of thy companions? <br>If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,<br>go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, <br>and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Bride and the Bridegroom </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have compared thee, O my love,<br>to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. <br>Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels,<br>thy neck with chains of gold. <br>We will make thee borders of gold<br>with studs of silver. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the King sitteth at his table,<br>my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. <br>A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me;<br>he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. <br>My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire<br>in the vineyards of Enge'di. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, thou art fair, my love;<br>behold, thou art fair; <br>thou hast doves' eyes. <br>Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:<br>also our bed is green. <br>The beams of our house are cedar,<br>and our rafters of fir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the rose of Sharon,<br>and the lily of the valleys. <br>As the lily among thorns,<br>so is my love among the daughters. <br>As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,<br>so is my beloved among the sons. <br>I sat down under his shadow with great delight, <br>and his fruit was sweet to my taste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He brought me to the banqueting house,<br>and his banner over me was love. <br>Stay me with flagons,<br>comfort me with apples: <br>for I am sick of love. <br>His left hand is under my head,<br>and his right hand doth embrace me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,<br>by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, <br>that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, <br>till he please. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The voice of my beloved!<br>Behold, he cometh <br>leaping upon the mountains, <br>skipping upon the hills. <br>My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:<br>behold, he standeth behind our wall, <br>he looketh forth at the windows, <br>showing himself through the lattice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved spake, and said unto me,<br>Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. <br>For, lo, the winter is past,<br>the rain is over and gone; <br>the flowers appear on the earth;<br>the time of the singing of birds is come, <br>and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; <br>the fig tree putteth forth her green figs,<br>and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. <br>Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,<br>in the secret places of the stairs, <br>let me see thy countenance, <br>let me hear thy voice; <br>for sweet is thy voice, <br>and thy countenance is comely. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines:<br>for our vines have tender grapes. <br>My beloved is mine, and I am his:<br>he feedeth among the lilies. <br>Until the day break,<br>and the shadows flee away, <br>turn, my beloved, <br>and be thou like a roe or a young hart <br>upon the mountains of Bether. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Bride's Reverie </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:<br>I sought him, but I found him not. <br>I will rise now, and go about the city<br>in the streets, and in the broad ways <br>I will seek him whom my soul loveth: <br>I sought him, but I found him not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The watchmen that go about the city found me:<br>to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? <br>It was but a little that I passed from them,<br>but I found him whom my soul loveth: <br>I held him, and would not let him go, <br>until I had brought him into my mother's house, <br>and into the chamber of her that conceived me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,<br>by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, <br>that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, <br>till he please. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Wedding Procession </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke,<br>perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, <br>with all powders of the merchant? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold his bed, which is Solomon's;<br>threescore valiant men are about it, <br>of the valiant of Israel. <br>They all hold swords,<br>being expert in war: <br>every man hath his sword upon his thigh <br>because of fear in the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Solomon made himself a chariot<br>of the wood of Lebanon. <br>He made the pillars thereof of silver,<br>the bottom thereof of gold, <br>the covering of it of purple, <br>the midst thereof being paved with love, <br>for the daughters of Jerusalem. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon<br>with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him <br>in the day of his espousals, <br>and in the day of the gladness of his heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Bridegroom Praises the Bride </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, thou art fair, my love;<br>behold, thou art fair; <br>thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: <br>thy hair is as a flock of goats, <br>that appear from mount Gil'e-ad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,<br>which came up from the washing; <br>whereof every one bear twins, <br>and none is barren among them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet,<br>and thy speech is comely: <br>thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armory,<br>whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, <br>all shields of mighty men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins,<br>which feed among the lilies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until the day break,<br>and the shadows flee away, <br>I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, <br>and to the hill of frankincense. <br>Thou art all fair, my love;<br>there is no spot in thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,<br>with me from Lebanon: <br>look from the top of Ama'na, <br>from the top of Shenir and Hermon, <br>from the lions' dens, <br>from the mountains of the leopards. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;<br>thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, <br>with one chain of thy neck. <br>How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!<br>How much better is thy love than wine! <br>and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:<br>honey and milk are under thy tongue; <br>and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. <br>A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;<br>a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;<br>camphire, with spikenard, <br>spikenard and saffron;<br>calamus and cinnamon, <br>with all trees of frankincense; <br>myrrh and aloes, <br>with all the chief spices: <br>a fountain of gardens,<br>a well of living waters, <br>and streams from Lebanon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awake, O north wind;<br>and come, thou south; <br>blow upon my garden, <br>that the spices thereof may flow out. <br>Let my beloved come into his garden, <br>and eat his pleasant fruits. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:<br>I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; <br>I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; <br>I have drunk my wine with my milk. <br>Eat, O friends; drink, <br>yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Distress of Separation </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sleep, but my heart waketh:<br>it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, <br>Open to me, my sister, my love, <br>my dove, my undefiled: <br>for my head is filled with dew, <br>and my locks with the drops of the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have put off my coat;<br>how shall I put it on? <br>I have washed my feet; <br>how shall I defile them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door,<br>and my bowels were moved for him. <br>I rose up to open to my beloved;<br>and my hands dropped with myrrh, <br>and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, <br>upon the handles of the lock. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I opened to my beloved;<br>but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: <br>my soul failed when he spake: <br>I sought him, but I could not find him; <br>I called him, but he gave me no answer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The watchmen that went about the city found me,<br>they smote me, they wounded me; <br>the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. <br>I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,<br>if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, <br>that I am sick of love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Bride Praises the Bridegroom </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is thy beloved more than another beloved,<br>O thou fairest among women? <br>What is thy beloved more than another beloved, <br>that thou dost so charge us? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved is white and ruddy,<br>the chiefest among ten thousand. <br>His head is as the most fine gold;<br>his locks are bushy, and black as a raven: <br>his eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,<br>washed with milk, and fitly set: <br>his cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers:<br>his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh: <br>his hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:<br>his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires: <br>his legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:<br>his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars: <br>his mouth is most sweet:<br>yea, he is altogether lovely. <br>This is my beloved, and this is my friend, <br>O daughters of Jerusalem. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Mutual Delight of the Bride and Bridegroom </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whither is thy beloved gone,<br>O thou fairest among women? <br>Whither is thy beloved turned aside? <br>that we may seek him with thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved is gone down into his garden,<br>to the beds of spices, <br>to feed in the gardens, <br>and to gather lilies. <br>I am my beloved's,<br>and my beloved is mine: <br>he feedeth among the lilies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah,<br>comely as Jerusalem, <br>terrible as an army with banners. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn away thine eyes from me,<br>for they have overcome me: <br>thy hair is as a flock of goats <br>that appear from Gil'e-ad: <br>thy teeth are as a flock of sheep<br>which go up from the washing, <br>whereof every one beareth twins, <br>and there is not one barren among them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a piece of a pomegranate<br>are thy temples within thy locks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are threescore queens,<br>and fourscore concubines, <br>and virgins without number. <br>My dove, my undefiled is but one;<br>she is the only one of her mother, <br>she is the choice one of her that bare her. <br>The daughters saw her, and blessed her; <br>yea, the queens and the concubines, <br>and they praised her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,<br>fair as the moon, clear as the sun, <br>and terrible as an army with banners? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went down into the garden of nuts<br>to see the fruits of the valley, <br>and to see whether the vine flourished, <br>and the pomegranates budded. <br>Or ever I was aware,<br>my soul made me like the chariots of Ammin'adib. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Return, return, O Shu'lamite;<br>return, return, that we may look upon thee. <br>What will ye see in the Shu'lamite? <br>As it were the company of two armies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!<br>The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, <br>the work of the hands of a cunning workman. <br>Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor:<br>thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. <br>Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;<br>thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, <br>by the gate of Bath–rab'bim: <br>thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon <br>which looketh toward Damascus. <br>Thine head upon thee is like Carmel,<br>and the hair of thine head like purple; <br>the King is held in the galleries. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This thy stature is like to a palm tree,<br>and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. <br>I said, I will go up to the palm tree,<br>I will take hold of the boughs thereof: <br>now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, <br>and the smell of thy nose like apples; <br>and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved,<br>that goeth down sweetly, <br>causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am my beloved's,<br>and his desire is toward me. <br>Come, my beloved,<br>let us go forth into the field; <br>let us lodge in the villages. <br>Let us get up early to the vineyards;<br>let us see if the vine flourish, <br>whether the tender grape appear, <br>and the pomegranates bud forth: <br>there will I give thee my loves. <br>The mandrakes give a smell,<br>and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, <br>which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O that thou wert as my brother,<br>that sucked the breasts of my mother! <br>When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; <br>yea, I should not be despised. <br>I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house,<br>who would instruct me: <br>I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine <br>of the juice of my pomegranate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His left hand should be under my head,<br>and his right hand should embrace me. <br>I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,<br>that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, <br>until he please. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Love Is Strong as Death </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,<br>leaning upon her beloved? <br>I raised thee up under the apple tree: <br>there thy mother brought thee forth; <br>there she brought thee forth that bare thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set me as a seal upon thine heart,<br>as a seal upon thine arm: <br>for love is strong as death; <br>jealousy is cruel as the grave: <br>the coals thereof are coals of fire, <br>which hath a most vehement flame. <br>Many waters cannot quench love,<br>neither can the floods drown it: <br>if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, <br>it would utterly be contemned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have a little sister,<br>and she hath no breasts: <br>what shall we do for our sister <br>in the day when she shall be spoken for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:<br>and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a wall, and my breasts like towers:<br>then was I in his eyes as one that found favor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al–ha'mon;<br>he let out the vineyard unto keepers; <br>every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. <br>My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:<br>thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, <br>and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou that dwellest in the gardens,<br>the companions hearken to thy voice: <br>cause me to hear it. <br>Make haste, my beloved,<br>and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart <br>upon the mountains of spices.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=King+Solomon">King Solomon</a><div class=q>
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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine. 
Because of the savor of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth, 
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