Song of Solomon 21I am a flower of the plain, a lily of the valleys. 2As a lily among thorns, so is my companion among the daughters. 3As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat. 4Bring me into the wine house; set love before me. 5Strengthen me with perfumes, stay me with apples: for I am wounded with love. 6His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. 7I have charged you, you daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and by the virtues of the field, that you do not rouse or wake my love, until he please. 8The voice of my kinsman! Behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills. 9My kinsman is like a gazelle or a young hart on the mountains of Bethel: behold, he is behind our wall, looking through the windows, peeping through the lattices. 10My kinsman answers, and says to me, Rise up, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove. 11For behold, the winter is past, the rain is gone, it has departed. 12The flowers are seen in the land; the time of pruning has arrived; the voice of the turtle dove has been heard in our land. 13The fig tree has put forth its young figs, the vines put forth the tender grape, they yield a smell: arise, come, my companion, my fair one, my dove; yea, come. 14You are my dove, in the shelter of the rock, near the wall: show me your face, and cause me to hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is beautiful. 15Take us the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines put forth tender grapes. 16My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies. 17Until the day dawn, and the shadows depart, turn, my kinsman, be like to a gazelle or young hart on the mountains of the ravines.
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