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In the night watches, as I lay abed, I searched for my heart’s love, and searched in vain. (Song of Solomon 3, 1)
Now to stir abroad, and traverse the city, searching every alley-way and street for him I love so tenderly! But for all my search I could not find him. (Song of Solomon 3, 2)
I met the watchmen who go the city rounds, and asked them whether they had seen my love; (Song of Solomon 3, 3)
An oath, maidens of Jerusalem! By the gazelles and the wild fawns I charge you, wake never from her sleep my heart’s love, till wake she will! (Song of Solomon 3, 5)
a golden frame it must have, on silver props, with cushions of purple; within are pictured tales of love, for your pleasure, maidens of Jerusalem.✻ (Song of Solomon 3, 10)
How fair thou art, my true love, how fair!✻ Eyes soft as dove’s eyes, half-seen behind thy veil; hair that clusters thick as the flocks of goats, when they come home from the Galaad hills; (Song of Solomon 4, 1)
Fair in every part, my true love, no fault in all thy fashioning! (Song of Solomon 4, 7)
What a wound thou hast made, my bride, my true love, what a wound thou hast made in this heart of mine! And all with one glance of an eye, all with one ringlet straying on thy neck! (Song of Solomon 4, 9)
Sweet, sweet are thy caresses, my bride, my true love; wine cannot ravish the senses like that embrace, nor any spices match the perfume that breathes from thee. (Song of Solomon 4, 10)
My bride, my true love, a close garden; hedged all about, a spring shut in and sealed! What wealth of grace is here! (Song of Solomon 4, 12)
Into his garden, then, let my true love come, and taste his fruit.✻ The garden gained, my bride, my heart’s love; myrrh and spices of mine all reaped; the honey eaten in its comb, the wine drunk and the milk, that were kept for me! Eat your fill, lovers; drink, sweethearts, and drink deep! (Song of Solomon 5, 1)
I lie asleep; but oh, my heart is wakeful! A knock on the door, and then my true love’s voice: Let me in, my true love, so gentle, my bride, so pure! See, how bedewed is this head of mine, how the night rains have drenched my hair! (Song of Solomon 5, 2)
