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Sos 8:14

The Beloved to Her Lover: Make haste, my beloved! Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

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Sos 2:17

The Beloved to Her Lover: Until the dawn arrives 1  and the shadows flee, turn, 2  my beloved – be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountain gorges. 3

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Sos 8:4

The Beloved to the Maidens: I admonish you, O maidens 1  of Jerusalem: “Do not 2  arouse or awaken love until it pleases!”

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Sos 2:9

My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. 1  Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the window, peering through the lattice.

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Sos 2:7

The Beloved to the Maidens: I adjure you, 1  O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does 2  of the open fields: 3  Do not awaken or arouse 4  love 5  until it pleases! 6

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Sos 3:5

The Beloved to the Maidens: 1 I admonish you, O maidens of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the young does of the open fields: “Do not awake or arouse love until it pleases!”

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Sos 6:11

The Lover to His Beloved: 1  I went down to the orchard of walnut trees, 2  to look for the blossoms of the valley, 3  to see if the vines had budded or if the pomegranates were in bloom.

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Sos 1:17

the cedars are the beams of our bedroom chamber; the pines are the rafters of our bedroom.

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Sos 2:1

The Beloved to Her Lover: I am a 1  meadow flower 2  from Sharon, 3  a lily 4  from the valleys.

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Sos 3:9

King Solomon made a sedan chair 1  for himself of wood imported from Lebanon. 2

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Sos 4:13

Your shoots are a royal garden 1  full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,

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Sos 5:13

His cheeks are like garden beds full of balsam trees 1  yielding 2  perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with drops of myrrh.

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Sos 6:12

1 I was beside myself with joy! 2  There please give me your myrrh, 3  O daughter of my princely people. 4

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Sos 6:13

The Lover to His Beloved: (7:1) 1  Turn 2 , turn, O 3  Perfect One! 4  Turn, turn, that I 5  may stare at you! The Beloved to Her Lover: Why 6  do you gaze upon the Perfect One like the dance of the Mahanaim? 7

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Sos 1:14

My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms 1  in the vineyards of En-Gedi. 2

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Sos 1:15

The Lover to His Beloved: Oh, 1  how beautiful you are, my beloved! 2  Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes 3  are like doves! 4

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Sos 5:4

My lover thrust his hand 1  through 2  the hole, 3  and my feelings 4  were stirred 5  for him.

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Sos 5:11

His head is like the most pure gold. 1  His hair is curly 2  – black like a raven.

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Sos 5:14

His arms are like rods of gold set with chrysolite. His abdomen 1  is like polished ivory inlaid with sapphires.

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Sos 3:6

The Speaker: 1  Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, like 2  a fragrant billow 3  of myrrh and frankincense, 4  every kind of fragrant powder 5  of the traveling merchants? 6

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