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As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, His fruit was sweet to my taste.

He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me is love.

His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh, Because of fear in the night.

Go forth, you daughters of Tziyon, and see king Shlomo, With the crown with which his mother has crowned him, In the day of his weddings, In the day of the gladness of his heart. Lover

Awake, north wind; and come, you south; Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And taste his precious fruits. Lover

My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. My heart pounded for him.

His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, Washed with milk, mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His hands are like rings of gold set with bareket. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.

His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Levanon, excellent as the cedars.

His mouth is sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, Daughters of Yerushalayim. Friends

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

I am my beloved's. His desire is toward me.

His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.

Many waters can't quench love, Neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, He would be utterly scorned. Friends

I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, Then I was in his eyes like one who found shalom.

The ox knows his owner, And the donkey his master's crib; But Yisra'el doesn't know, My people don't consider.