2016-04-01 21:07:40 +00:00
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\sp The young woman speaking to her lover
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\q1
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\v 1 I wish that everyone knew that we love each other, just as they all know that I have a brother,
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\q1 my own brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts.
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\q2 Then whenever I met you outside, I could kiss you,
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\q and no one would criticize me.
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\q1
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\v 2 No one would object if I led you to our mother's house,
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\q2 to where our mother, who taught me so many things, lives.
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\q1 I would like to take you to our mother's house so I could make love to you there.
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\q1 That would be as delightful as juice squeezed from pomegranates, as wine mixed with spices.
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\sp The young woman speaking to herself
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\q1
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\v 3 Oh yes! He will put his left arm under my head,
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\q2 and he will hold me close with his right arm.
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q1
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\v 4 I want you to promise me, you women of Jerusalem,
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\q1 that you will not disturb us while we are making love
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\q2 until we are ready to stop."
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\sp The women of Jerusalem speaking
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\q1
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\v 5 Who is that woman who is coming up from the wilderness,
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\q2 the woman who is leaning on the man who loves her?
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\sp The young woman speaking to her lover
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\q1 I woke you up when you were under the apricot tree
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\q2 at the place where your mother conceived you,
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\q2 the place where she gave birth to you.
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\q1
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\v 6 Keep me close to you,
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\q2 like a seal on your heart,
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\q1 or like a bracelet on your arm.
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\q1 Our love for each other is as powerful as death;
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\q2 it is as strong as the grave.
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\q1 It is as though our love for each other bursts into flames
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\q2 and burns like a hot fire.
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\q1
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\v 7 Nothing can stop us from loving each other,
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\q2 not even a flood.
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\q1 If a man tried to cause a woman to love him by saying he would give her everything that is in his house,
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\q2 she would refuse.
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\sp The young woman's brothers speaking among themselves
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\q1
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\v 8 We have a younger sister,
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\q2 and her breasts are not large yet.
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\q1 So this is what we should do for her on the day that we promise some young man that he can marry her:
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\q1
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\v 9 If her chest is as flat as a wall,
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\q2 we will decorate it by putting silver jewels that are like towers on her.
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\q1 If she is as flat as a door,
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\q2 we will decorate her with bits of cedar wood.
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\sp The young woman speaking to herself
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\q1
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\v 10 My chest was previously flat like a wall,
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\q2 but now my breasts are big like towers.
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2016-08-24 19:29:42 +00:00
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\q1 So I am delightful to my beloved.
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2016-04-01 21:07:40 +00:00
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\sp The young woman speaking to himself
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\q1
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\v 11 King Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon,
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\q1 and he rented it to people for them to farm it.
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\q2 He required each one to pay him one thousand pieces of silver each year for the grapes that they harvested.
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\q1
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\v 12 But my body is like my own vineyard,
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\q2 and you, my lover whom I to call "Solomon," I am giving it to you.
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\q1 You do not need to pay me a thousand pieces of silver to enjoy my body,
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\q2 but I will give two hundred pieces of silver to those who take care of me.
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\sp The woman's lover speaking to her
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\q1
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\v 13 You are staying in the gardens,
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\q2 my friends are listening to your voice;
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\q2 so allow me to hear it, too!
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\sp The young woman speaking to her lover
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\q1
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\v 14 You who love me, come to me quickly;
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\q2 run to me like a gazelle or young deer,
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\q1 because I am as delightful as hills of spices.
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