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I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him, but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is an ivory panel bedecked with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.

His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

Mighty waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.

I am a wall and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.

The strong man will become tinder and his work will be a spark; both will burn together, with no one to quench the flames.

And many peoples will come and say, "Come, let us go up to the mountain of the LORD, to the house of the God of Jacob. He will teach us His ways so that we may walk in His paths." For the law will go forth from Zion, and the word of the LORD from Jerusalem.

Go into the rocks and hide in the dust from the terror of the LORD and the splendor of His majesty.

Men will flee to caves in the rocks and holes in the ground, away from the terror of the LORD and from the splendor of His majesty, when He rises to shake the earth.

They will flee to caverns in the rocks and crevices in the cliffs, away from the terror of the LORD and from the splendor of His majesty, when He rises to shake the earth.

Put no more trust in man, who has only the breath in his nostrils. Of what account is he?

A man will seize his brother within his father's house: "You have a cloak-you be our leader! Take charge of this heap of rubble."