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Song of Solomon 3:8                            501                           Song of Solomon 5:15

               men are round about it, of the valiant men of camphire, spikenarde,      14  Euen spikenarde, and
               Israel.  8  They all handle the sworde, and are   saffran, calamus, and cynamon with all the trees
               expert in warre, euery one hath his sword vpon    of incense, myrrhe and aloes, with all the chiefe
               his thigh for the feare by night.  9 King Salomon  spices.  15  O fountaine of the gardens, O well
               made himselfe a palace of the trees of Lebanon.   of liuing waters, and the springs of Lebanon.
               10  Hee made the pillars thereof of siluer, and the  16  Arise, O North, and come O South, and blowe
               pauement thereof of gold, the hangings thereof on my garden that the spices thereof may flow
               of purple, whose middes was paued with the loue out: let my welbeloued come to his garden, and
               of the daughters of Ierusalem.  11  Come forth, ye eate his pleasant fruite.
               daughters of Zion, and behold the King Salomon
               with the crowne, wherewith his mother crowned                            5
               him in ye day of his mariage, and in the day of the  1  I am come into my garden, my sister, my
               gladnes of his heart.                             spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I
                                                                 ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke
                                      4                          my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke,
                  1  Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold,    and make you merie, O welbeloued.     2  I sleepe,
               thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues:    but mine heart waketh, it is the voyce of my
               among thy lockes thine heare is like the flocke of  welbeloued that knocketh, saying, Open vnto
               goates, which looke downe from the mountaine      mee, my sister, my loue, my doue, my vndefiled:
               of Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flocke of sheepe  for mine head is full of dewe, and my lockes with
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               in good order, which go vp from the washing:      the droppes of the night.   3  I haue put off my
               which euery one bring out twinnes, and none       coate, howe shall I put it on? I haue washed my
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               is barren among them.    3  Thy lippes are like a  feete, howe shall I defile them? My welbeloued
               threede of scarlet, and thy talke is comely: thy  put in his hand by the hole of the doore, and
               temples are within thy lockes as a piece of a     mine heart was affectioned toward him.   5 I rose
               pomegranate. Thy necke is as the tower of Dauid   vp to open to my welbeloued, and mine hands
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               builte for defence: a thousand shieldes hang      did drop downe myrrhe, and my fingers pure
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               therein, and all the targates of the strong men.  myrrhe vpon the handels of the barre. I opened
               5  Thy two breastes are as two young roes that    to my welbeloued: but my welbeloued was gone,
               are twinnes, feeding among the lilies.   6  Vntill  and past: mine heart was gone when hee did
               the day breake, and the shadowes flie away, I     speake: I sought him, but I coulde not finde him:
                                                                                                             The
                                                                 I called him, but hee answered mee not.
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               wil go into the mountaine of myrrhe and to the    watchmen that went about the citie, founde me:
               mountaine of incense.   7  Thou art all faire, my  they smote me and wounded me: the watchmen
               loue, and there is no spot in thee.  8  Come with  of the walles tooke away my vaile from me.  8 I
               me from Lebanon, my spouse, euen with me from     charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde
               Lebanon, and looke from the toppe of Amanah,      my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke
               from the toppe of Shenir and Hermon, from the     of loue. O the fairest among women, what is thy
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               dennes of the lyons, and from the mountaines of   welbeloued more then other welbeloued? what
               the leopards.  9  My sister, my spouse, thou hast is thy welbeloued more then another louer, that
               wounded mine heart: thou hast wounded mine thou doest so charge vs?           10  My welbeloued is
               heart with one of thine eyes, and with a chaine   white and ruddie, the chiefest of ten thousand.
               of thy necke.  10  My sister, my spouse, how faire  11  His head is as fine golde, his lockes curled,
               is thy loue? howe much better is thy loue then and blacke as a rauen.    12 His eyes are like doues
               wine? and the sauour of thine oyntments then vpon the riuers of waters, which are washt with
               all spices?  11  Thy lippes, my spouse, droppe as milke, and remaine by the full vessels.   13  His
               honie combes: honie and milke are vnder thy cheekes are as a bedde of spices, and as sweete
               tongue, and the sauoure of thy garments is as flowres, and his lippes like lilies dropping downe
               the sauoure of Lebanon.  12 My sister my spouse pure myrrhe.     14  His hands as rings of gold set
               is as a garden inclosed, as a spring shut vp, and with the chrysolite, his belly like white yuorie
               a fountaine sealed vp.  13  Thy plantes are as an couered with saphirs.  15  His legges are as pillars
               orchard of pomegranates with sweete fruites, as of marble, set vpon sockets of fine golde: his
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