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à àÂðÄé çÂáÇöÌÆìÆú äÇùÌÑÈøåÉï, ùÑåÉùÑÇðÌÇú äÈòÂîÈ÷Äéí.
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1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
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á ëÌÀùÑåÉùÑÇðÌÈä áÌÅéï äÇçåÉçÄéí, ëÌÅï øÇòÀéÈúÄé áÌÅéï äÇáÌÈðåÉú.
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2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
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â ëÌÀúÇôÌåÌçÇ áÌÇòÂöÅé äÇéÌÇòÇø, ëÌÅï ãÌåÉãÄé áÌÅéï äÇáÌÈðÄéí; áÌÀöÄìÌåÉ çÄîÌÇãÀúÌÄé åÀéÈùÑÇáÀúÌÄé, åÌôÄøÀéåÉ îÈúåÉ÷ ìÀçÄëÌÄé.
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3 As an apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. Under its shadow I delighted to sit, and its fruit was sweet to my taste.
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ã äÁáÄéàÇðÄé àÆì-áÌÅéú äÇéÌÈéÄï, åÀãÄâÀìåÉ òÈìÇé àÇäÂáÈä.
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4 He hath brought me to the banqueting-house, and his banner over me is love.
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ä ñÇîÌÀëåÌðÄé, áÌÈàÂùÑÄéùÑåÉú--øÇôÌÀãåÌðÄé, áÌÇúÌÇôÌåÌçÄéí: ëÌÄé-çåÉìÇú àÇäÂáÈä, àÈðÄé.
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5 'Stay ye me with dainties, refresh me with apples; for I am love-sick.'
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å ùÒÀîÉàìåÉ úÌÇçÇú ìÀøÉàùÑÄé, åÄéîÄéðåÉ úÌÀçÇáÌÀ÷ÅðÄé.
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6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me.
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æ äÄùÑÀáÌÇòÀúÌÄé àÆúÀëÆí áÌÀðåÉú éÀøåÌùÑÈìÇÄí, áÌÄöÀáÈàåÉú, àåÉ, áÌÀàÇéÀìåÉú äÇùÌÒÈãÆä: àÄí-úÌÈòÄéøåÌ åÀàÄí-úÌÀòåÉøÀøåÌ àÆú-äÈàÇäÂáÈä, òÇã ùÑÆúÌÆçÀôÌÈõ. {ñ}
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7 'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.' {S}
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ç ÷åÉì ãÌåÉãÄé, äÄðÌÅä-æÆä áÌÈà; îÀãÇìÌÅâ, òÇì-äÆäÈøÄéí--îÀ÷ÇôÌÅõ, òÇì-äÇâÌÀáÈòåÉú.
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8 Hark! my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
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è ãÌåÉîÆä ãåÉãÄé ìÄöÀáÄé, àåÉ ìÀòÉôÆø äÈàÇéÌÈìÄéí; äÄðÌÅä-æÆä òåÉîÅã, àÇçÇø ëÌÈúÀìÅðåÌ--îÇùÑÀâÌÄéçÇ îÄï-äÇçÇìÌÉðåÉú, îÅöÄéõ îÄï-äÇçÂøÇëÌÄéí.
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9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.
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é òÈðÈä ãåÉãÄé, åÀàÈîÇø ìÄé: ÷åÌîÄé ìÈêÀ øÇòÀéÈúÄé éÈôÈúÄé, åÌìÀëÄé-ìÈêÀ.
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10 My beloved spoke, and said unto me: 'Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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éà ëÌÄé-äÄðÌÅä äÇñÌÀúÈå, òÈáÈø; äÇâÌÆùÑÆí, çÈìÇó äÈìÇêÀ ìåÉ.
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11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
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éá äÇðÌÄöÌÈðÄéí ðÄøÀàåÌ áÈàÈøÆõ, òÅú äÇæÌÈîÄéø äÄâÌÄéòÇ; åÀ÷åÉì äÇúÌåÉø, ðÄùÑÀîÇò áÌÀàÇøÀöÅðåÌ.
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12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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éâ äÇúÌÀàÅðÈä çÈðÀèÈä ôÇâÌÆéäÈ, åÀäÇâÌÀôÈðÄéí ñÀîÈãÇø ðÈúÀðåÌ øÅéçÇ; ÷åÌîÄé ìëé (ìÈêÀ) øÇòÀéÈúÄé éÈôÈúÄé, åÌìÀëÄé-ìÈêÀ. {ñ}
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13 The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. {S}
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éã éåÉðÈúÄé áÌÀçÇâÀåÅé äÇñÌÆìÇò, áÌÀñÅúÆø äÇîÌÇãÀøÅâÈä, äÇøÀàÄéðÄé àÆú-îÇøÀàÇéÄêÀ, äÇùÑÀîÄéòÄðÄé àÆú-÷åÉìÅêÀ: ëÌÄé-÷åÉìÅêÀ òÈøÅá, åÌîÇøÀàÅéêÀ ðÈàåÆä. {ñ}
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14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.' {S}
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èå àÆçÁæåÌ-ìÈðåÌ, ùÑËòÈìÄéí--ùÑËòÈìÄéí ÷ÀèÇðÌÄéí, îÀçÇáÌÀìÄéí ëÌÀøÈîÄéí; åÌëÀøÈîÅéðåÌ, ñÀîÈãÇø.
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15 'Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.'
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èæ ãÌåÉãÄé ìÄé åÇàÂðÄé ìåÉ, äÈøÉòÆä áÌÇùÌÑåÉùÑÇðÌÄéí.
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16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feedeth among the lilies.
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éæ òÇã ùÑÆéÌÈôåÌçÇ äÇéÌåÉí, åÀðÈñåÌ äÇöÌÀìÈìÄéí: ñÉá ãÌÀîÅä-ìÀêÈ ãåÉãÄé ìÄöÀáÄé, àåÉ ìÀòÉôÆø äÈàÇéÌÈìÄéí--òÇì-äÈøÅé áÈúÆø. {ñ}
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17 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices. {S}
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