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Song of Solomon 1:16

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

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Thy people `are' free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.

Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.

Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

My beloved `is' like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

Lo, his couch, that `is' Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones `are' around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled `with' dew, My locks `with' drops of the night.'

I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.

For what His goodness! and what His beauty! Corn the young men, And new wine the virgins -- make fruitful!




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