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\sp The woman speaking to the man
\q for your love is better than wine.
\q
\v 3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
\v 3 Your anointing oils have a pleasing fragrance;
\q your name is like flowing perfume,
\q so the young women love you.
\q
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\q The king has brought me into his rooms.
\sp The woman speaking to the man
\q We are glad; We rejoice about you;
\q let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
\q It is natural for the other women to adore you.
\q let us praise your love; it is better than wine.
\q It is right for the other women to adore you.
\s5
\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\sp The woman speaking to the man
\q
\v 17 Go away, my beloved,
\q before the soft winds of dawn blow and the shadows flee away.
\q before the day breathes and the shadows flee away.
\q Go away; be like a gazelle or a young stag
\q on the rugged mountains.
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\s5
\q
\v 6 Until the dawn arrives and the shadows flee away,
\v 6 Before the day breathes and the shadows flee away,
\q I will go to the mountain of myrrh
\q and to the hill of frankincense.
\q
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\v 12 My sister, my bride is a garden locked up,
\q a garden locked up, a spring that is sealed.
\q
\v 13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with choice fruits,
\v 13 Your branches are a grove of pomegranate trees with fine fruits,
\q and of henna and nard plants,
\q
\v 14 nard and saffron,
\q calamus and cinnamon with all kinds of spices,
\q calamus and cinnamon with all trees of frankincense,
\q myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.
\s5
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\v 16 Awake, north wind; come, south wind;
\q blow on my garden so that its spices may give off their fragrance.
\q May my beloved come into his garden
\q and eat some of its choice fruit.
\q and eat some of its fine fruit.
\s5
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\q
\v 2 I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
\q There is the sound of my beloved knocking and saying,
\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled one,
\q "Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one,
\q for my head is wet with dew,
\q my hair with the night's dampness."
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\v 8 I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem,
\q that if you find my beloved—
\q What will you make known to him?—
\q that I am sick from love.
\q that I am weak with love.
\s5
\sp The women of the city speaking to the woman