| Friends | |
| Where has your lover gone, | |
| most beautiful of women? | |
| Which way did your lover turn, | |
| that we may look for him with you? | 5 |
| Beloved | |
| My lover has gone down to his garden, | |
| to the beds of spices, | |
| to browse in the gardens | |
| and to gather lilies. | 10 |
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| I am my lover's and my lover is mine; | |
| he browses among the lilies. | |
| Lover | |
| You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, | |
| lovely as Jerusalem, | |
| majestic as troops with banners. | 15 |
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| Turn your eyes from me; | |
| they overwhelm me. | |
| Your hair is like a flock of goats | |
| descending from Gilead. | |
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| Your teeth are like a flock of sheep | 20 |
| coming up from the washing. | |
| Each has its twin, | |
| not one of them is alone. | |
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| Your temples behind your veil | |
| are like the halves of a pomegranate. | 25 |
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| Sixty queens there may be, | |
| and eighty concubines, | |
| and virgins beyond number; | |
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| but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, | |
| the only daughter of her mother, | 30 |
| the favorite of the one who bore her. | |
| The maidens saw her and called her blessed; | |
| the queens and concubines praised her. | |
| Friends | |
| Who is this that appears like the dawn, | 35 |
| fair as the moon, bright as the sun, | |
| majestic as the stars in procession? | |