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Proverbs 8

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¹ (The Bridegroom) "I have come into my garden, my sister, my [promised] bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam and spice [from your sweet words]. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and drink deeply, O lovers."

² (The Shulammite Bride) "I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice [in my dream]! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with the [heavy night] dew; My hair [is covered] with the dampness of the night.'

³ "I had taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I had washed my feet, How could I get them dirty again?

⁴ "My beloved extended his hand through the opening [of the door], And my feelings were aroused for him.

⁵ "I arose to open for my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid [sweet-scented] myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.

⁶ "I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart went out to him when he spoke. I searched for him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

⁷ "The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took my shawl from me.

⁸ "I command that you take an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you tell him— [Say that] I am sick from love [sick from being without him]."

⁹ (The Chorus) "What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, That you should so command us to take an oath?"

¹⁰ (The Shulammite Bride) "My beloved is exquisitely handsome and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand.

¹¹ "His head is like [precious] gold, pure gold; His hair is [curly] like clusters of dates And black as a raven.

¹² "His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk And reposed in their setting.

¹³ "His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet, fragrant herbs. His lips are lilies Dripping sweet-scented myrrh.

¹⁴ "His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is a figure of carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵ "His legs are [strong and steady] pillars of alabaster Set upon pedestals of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, Stately and choice as the cedars.

¹⁶ "His mouth is full of sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely and desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."

¹⁷ (The Chorus) "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where is your beloved hiding himself, That we may seek him with you?"

¹⁸ (The Shulammite Bride) "My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.

¹⁹ "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who feeds his flock among the lilies."

²⁰ (The Bridegroom) "You are as beautiful as[1] Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As majestic as an army with banners!

²¹ "Turn your [flashing] eyes away from me, For they have confused and overcome me; Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.

²² "Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.

²³ "Your temples are like a slice of the pomegranate Behind your veil.

²⁴ "There are sixty queens and eighty[2] concubines, And maidens without number;

²⁵ But my dove, my perfect one, stands alone [above them all]; She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed and happy, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,

²⁶ 'Who is this that looks down like the dawn, Fair and beautiful as the full moon, Clear and pure as the sun, As majestic as an army with banners?'

²⁷ "I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the flowers of the valley, To see whether the grapevine had budded And the pomegranates were in flower.

²⁸ "Before I was aware [of what was happening], my desire had brought me Into the area of the princes of my people [the king's retinue]."

²⁹ (The Chorus) "Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may gaze at you." (The Bridegroom) "Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two armies?

³⁰ "How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.

³¹ "Your navel is a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies.

³² "Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle.

³³ "Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes the [sparkling] pools of Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.

³⁴ "Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads; I, the king, am held captive by your[1] tresses.

³⁵ "How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!

³⁶ "Your stature is like that of a palm tree And your breasts like its clusters [of dates].

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1	(The Bridegroom) "I have come into my garden, my sister, my [promised] bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam and spice [from your sweet words]. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends; Drink and drink deeply, O lovers."
2	(The Shulammite Bride) "I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice [in my dream]! My beloved was knocking: 'Open to me, my sister, my darling, My dove, my perfect one! For my head is drenched with the [heavy night] dew; My hair [is covered] with the dampness of the night.'
3	"I had taken off my dress, How can I put it on again? I had washed my feet, How could I get them dirty again?
4	"My beloved extended his hand through the opening [of the door], And my feelings were aroused for him.
5	"I arose to open for my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid [sweet-scented] myrrh, On the handles of the bolt.
6	"I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart went out to him when he spoke. I searched for him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.
7	"The watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The guardsmen of the walls took my shawl from me.
8	"I command that you take an oath, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, As to what you tell him— [Say that] I am sick from love [sick from being without him]."
9	(The Chorus) "What is your beloved more than another beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, That you should so command us to take an oath?"
10	(The Shulammite Bride) "My beloved is exquisitely handsome and ruddy, Outstanding among ten thousand.
11	"His head is like [precious] gold, pure gold; His hair is [curly] like clusters of dates And black as a raven.
12	"His eyes are like doves Beside streams of water, Bathed in milk And reposed in their setting.
13	"His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Banks of sweet, fragrant herbs. His lips are lilies Dripping sweet-scented myrrh.
14	"His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is a figure of carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
15	"His legs are [strong and steady] pillars of alabaster Set upon pedestals of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, Stately and choice as the cedars.
16	"His mouth is full of sweetness; Yes, he is altogether lovely and desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."
17	(The Chorus) "Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where is your beloved hiding himself, That we may seek him with you?"
18	(The Shulammite Bride) "My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of balsam, To feed his flock in the gardens And gather lilies.
19	"I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine, He who feeds his flock among the lilies."
20	(The Bridegroom) "You are as beautiful as[1] Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As majestic as an army with banners!
21	"Turn your [flashing] eyes away from me, For they have confused and overcome me; Your hair is like [the shimmering black fleece of] a flock of [Arabian] goats That have descended from Mount Gilead.
22	"Your teeth are like a flock of ewes Which have come up from their washing, All of which bear twins, And not one among them has lost her young.
23	"Your temples are like a slice of the pomegranate Behind your veil.
24	"There are sixty queens and eighty[2] concubines, And maidens without number;
25	But my dove, my perfect one, stands alone [above them all]; She is her mother's only daughter; She is the pure child of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed and happy, The queens and the concubines also, and they praised her, saying,
26	'Who is this that looks down like the dawn, Fair and beautiful as the full moon, Clear and pure as the sun, As majestic as an army with banners?'
27	"I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the flowers of the valley, To see whether the grapevine had budded And the pomegranates were in flower.
28	"Before I was aware [of what was happening], my desire had brought me Into the area of the princes of my people [the king's retinue]."
29	(The Chorus) "Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may gaze at you." (The Bridegroom) "Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two armies?
30	"How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your hips are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist.
31	"Your navel is a round goblet Which never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat Surrounded with lilies.
32	"Your two breasts are like two fawns, The twins of a gazelle.
33	"Your neck is like a tower of ivory, Your eyes the [sparkling] pools of Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looks toward Damascus.
34	"Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the flowing hair of your head like purple threads; I, the king, am held captive by your[1] tresses.
35	"How beautiful and how delightful you are, My love, with all your delights!
36	"Your stature is like that of a palm tree And your breasts like its clusters [of dates].

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