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Since better is thy love than wine ;
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,
Where thou feedest thine own,
For why should I become
THE KING (absent).
Go thy way forth
And feed thy kids
PART II.-CHAP. I. 9-11. 7.
The King Found.
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.
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 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.