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Hear the end of the matter, the sun: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole man.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.

As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my kinsman among the sons. I desired his shadow, and sat down, and his fruit was sweet in my throat.

His left hand shall be under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.

My kinsman is mine, and I am his: he feeds his flock among the lilies.

They all hold a sword, being expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear by night.

Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and behold king Solomon, with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Let my kinsman come down into his garden, and eat the fruit of his choice berries. I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spices; I have eaten my bread with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; yea, brethren, drink abundantly.

My kinsman put forth his hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him.

I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone: my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.

His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.

His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.

His throat is most sweet, and altogether desirable. This is my kinsman, and this is my companion, O daughters of Jerusalem.

My kinsman is gone down to his garden, to the beds of spice, to feed his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

I am my kinsman’s, and his desire is toward me.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

Much water will not be able to quench love, and rivers shall not drown it; if a man would give all his substance for love, men would utterly despise it.