“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love
is better than wine.Draw me; we will run after thee: the king hath brought me
into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will make mention of
thy love more than of wine: the upright love thee.. tell me (O thou whom my
soul loveth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon:
for why should I be as one the turneth aside by the flocks of thy companion
?...Behold, thou art fair, my love: behold, thou art fair, thou hast doves eye.”
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