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Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed; where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?

Feed me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am sick with love.

For, behold, the winter has passed, the rain has passed, it goes to itself.

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secrecy of the steep place, let Me see your form. Let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your form is beautiful.

Take for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, even our vineyards with blossoms.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory; a thousand bucklers hang on it, all the shields of the mighty men.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. It is the sound of my Beloved that knocks, saying , Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled. For My head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.

My Beloved sent His hand from the opening, and my inner being sighed for Him.

Where has your Beloved gone, most beautiful among women? Where has your Beloved turned? For we seek Him along with you.

and your palate like the best wine going down for my Beloved in smoothness, flowing softly over the lips of sleeping ones.

The love apples give a scent, and over our doors are all excellent fruits ; new, also old, I have laid up for You, my Beloved.

Set me as a seal on Your heart, as a seal on Your arm. For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as Sheol; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of Jehovah.

Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, they surely would despise him.

We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day she shall be spoken for?

Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon. He leased the vineyard to keepers; for its fruit everyone was to bring a thousand of silver.

My vineyard which is mine is before me; the thousand is for you, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of its fruit.

Hear, O heavens, and listen, O earth! For Jehovah has spoken: I have nursed and brought up sons, but they have rebelled against Me.

Except Jehovah of Hosts had left a remnant for us, a few, we would be as Sodom; we would be as Gomorrah.

Learn to do good, seek justice, straighten the oppressor, judge the orphan, strive for the widow.

But if you refuse and rebel, you shall be devoured with the sword; for the mouth of Jehovah has spoken.