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à äÄðÌÈêÀ éÈôÈä øÇòÀéÈúÄé, äÄðÌÈêÀ éÈôÈä--òÅéðÇéÄêÀ éåÉðÄéí, îÄáÌÇòÇã ìÀöÇîÌÈúÅêÀ; ùÒÇòÀøÅêÀ ëÌÀòÅãÆø äÈòÄæÌÄéí, ùÑÆâÌÈìÀùÑåÌ îÅäÇø âÌÄìÀòÈã.
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1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil; thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead.
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á ùÑÄðÌÇéÄêÀ ëÌÀòÅãÆø äÇ÷ÌÀöåÌáåÉú, ùÑÆòÈìåÌ îÄï-äÈøÇçÀöÈä: ùÑÆëÌËìÌÈí, îÇúÀàÄéîåÉú, åÀùÑÇëÌËìÈä, àÅéï áÌÈäÆí.
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2 Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes all shaped alike, which are come up from the washing; whereof all are paired, and none faileth among them.
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â ëÌÀçåÌè äÇùÌÑÈðÄé ùÒÄôÀúåÉúÇéÄêÀ, åÌîÄãÀáÌÈøÅêÀ ðÈàåÆä; ëÌÀôÆìÇç äÈøÄîÌåÉï øÇ÷ÌÈúÅêÀ, îÄáÌÇòÇã ìÀöÇîÌÈúÅêÀ.
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3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely; thy temples are like a pomegranate split open behind thy veil.
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ã ëÌÀîÄâÀãÌÇì ãÌÈåÄéã öÇåÌÈàøÅêÀ, áÌÈðåÌé ìÀúÇìÀôÌÄéÌåÉú; àÆìÆó äÇîÌÈâÅï úÌÈìåÌé òÈìÈéå, ëÌÉì ùÑÄìÀèÅé äÇâÌÄáÌÉøÄéí.
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4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand shields, all the armour of the mighty men.
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ä ùÑÀðÅé ùÑÈãÇéÄêÀ ëÌÄùÑÀðÅé òÃôÈøÄéí, úÌÀàåÉîÅé öÀáÄéÌÈä, äÈøåÉòÄéí, áÌÇùÌÑåÉùÑÇðÌÄéí.
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5 Thy two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
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å òÇã ùÑÆéÌÈôåÌçÇ äÇéÌåÉí, åÀðÈñåÌ äÇöÌÀìÈìÄéí--àÅìÆêÀ ìÄé àÆì-äÇø äÇîÌåÉø, åÀàÆì-âÌÄáÀòÇú äÇìÌÀáåÉðÈä.
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6 Until the day breathe, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
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æ ëÌËìÌÈêÀ éÈôÈä øÇòÀéÈúÄé, åÌîåÌí àÅéï áÌÈêÀ. {ñ}
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7 Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee. {S}
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ç àÄúÌÄé îÄìÌÀáÈðåÉï ëÌÇìÌÈä, àÄúÌÄé îÄìÌÀáÈðåÉï úÌÈáåÉàÄé; úÌÈùÑåÌøÄé îÅøÉàùÑ àÂîÈðÈä, îÅøÉàùÑ ùÒÀðÄéø åÀçÆøÀîåÉï, îÄîÌÀòÉðåÉú àÂøÈéåÉú, îÅäÇøÀøÅé ðÀîÅøÄéí.
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8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
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è ìÄáÌÇáÀúÌÄðÄé, àÂçÉúÄé ëÇìÌÈä; ìÄáÌÇáÀúÌÄðÄé áàçã (áÌÀàÇçÇú) îÅòÅéðÇéÄêÀ, áÌÀàÇçÇã òÂðÈ÷ îÄöÌÇåÌÀøÉðÈéÄêÀ.
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9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one bead of thy necklace.
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é îÇä-éÌÈôåÌ ãÉãÇéÄêÀ, àÂçÉúÄé ëÇìÌÈä; îÇä-èÌÉáåÌ ãÉãÇéÄêÀ îÄéÌÇéÄï, åÀøÅéçÇ ùÑÀîÈðÇéÄêÀ îÄëÌÈì-áÌÀùÒÈîÄéí.
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10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices!
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éà ðÉôÆú úÌÄèÌÉôÀðÈä ùÒÄôÀúåÉúÇéÄêÀ, ëÌÇìÌÈä; ãÌÀáÇùÑ åÀçÈìÈá úÌÇçÇú ìÀùÑåÉðÅêÀ, åÀøÅéçÇ ùÒÇìÀîÉúÇéÄêÀ ëÌÀøÅéçÇ ìÀáÈðåÉï. {ñ}
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11 Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey--honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. {S}
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éá âÌÇï ðÈòåÌì, àÂçÉúÄé ëÇìÌÈä; âÌÇì ðÈòåÌì, îÇòÀéÈï çÈúåÌí.
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12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
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éâ ùÑÀìÈçÇéÄêÀ ôÌÇøÀãÌÅñ øÄîÌåÉðÄéí, òÄí ôÌÀøÄé îÀâÈãÄéí: ëÌÀôÈøÄéí, òÄí-ðÀøÈãÄéí.
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13 Thy shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants,
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éã ðÅøÀãÌÀ åÀëÇøÀëÌÉí, ÷ÈðÆä åÀ÷ÄðÌÈîåÉï, òÄí, ëÌÈì-òÂöÅé ìÀáåÉðÈä; îÉø, åÇàÂäÈìåÉú, òÄí, ëÌÈì-øÈàùÑÅé áÀùÒÈîÄéí.
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14 Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
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èå îÇòÀéÇï âÌÇðÌÄéí, áÌÀàÅø îÇéÄí çÇéÌÄéí; åÀðÉæÀìÄéí, îÄï-ìÀáÈðåÉï.
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15 Thou art a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
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èæ òåÌøÄé öÈôåÉï åÌáåÉàÄé úÅéîÈï, äÈôÄéçÄé âÇðÌÄé éÄæÌÀìåÌ áÀùÒÈîÈéå; éÈáÉà ãåÉãÄé ìÀâÇðÌåÉ, åÀéÉàëÇì ôÌÀøÄé îÀâÈãÈéå.
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16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.
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