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Let Him kiss me with the kisses of his lips,
Since better is thy love than wine; 3 For odour are thine ointments precious ;
Ointment poured forth is thy Name;
after thee we will run; 4 The King brought me in to his inner chambers,
We shall be glad, and outjoy in thee,
The righteous ones have loved thee. 5
Swarth am I, yet beautiful,
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the hangings of Solomon:
ye not on me, since I am so black,
Tell me, Thou whom my soul loveth,
Where thou feedest thine own,
For why should I become
THE KING (present).
Have I likened thee, my Friend;
Beautiful are thy cheeks with rows of jewels,
Thy neck with strings of pearl ;
With studdings of silver.
While sits the King in his banquet circle,
My spikenard giveth forth its odour ;
Between my breasts shall it lodge alway;
Amidst the vineyards of Engedi.
I am the Rose of Sharon,
Love among the daughters.
3 Like the apple-tree amid the trees of the wood, So is my Beloved in the midst of the sons ;
In his shadow I delighted,
And have sat down beneath it, And his fruit hath been sweet to my taste; 4 He has led me within the house of wine,
And his banner above me hath been Love. 5 O stay ye me with cordials,
Strengthen me with citron-apples,
For I am sick of Love; 6, His left hand is beneath my head,
And his right infolds me. 7
I lay on you a charge,
As among the roes,
If ye shall arouse,
1 See note at foot of page 31.