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Many waters cannot quench love, Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love All the wealth of his house, It would be utterly despised.
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The Shulamite's Brothers We have a little sister, And she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister In the day when she is spoken for?
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If she is a wall, We will build upon her A battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her With boards of cedar.
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The Shulamite I am a wall, And my breasts like towers; Then I became in his eyes As one who found peace.
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Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; He leased the vineyard to keepers; Everyone was to bring for its fruit A thousand silver coins.
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(To Solomon) My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, And those who tend its fruit two hundred.
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The Beloved You who dwell in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice-- Let me hear it!
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The Shulamite Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle Or a young stag On the mountains of spices.