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On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
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I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
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The watchmen that go about the city found me: -- Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
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-- Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
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I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
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Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
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Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
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They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
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King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
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Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.