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1The Ultimate Song, by Shlomo:
2Let him smother me with kisses from his mouth,
for your love is better than wine.
3Your anointing oils have a wonderful fragrance;
your name is like anointing oil poured out.
This is why young women love you —
4“Take me with you. We will run after you.”
The king has brought me into his rooms.
We will be glad and rejoice for you.
We will praise your love more than wine.
How right it is for them to love you!
5I am dark tan but beautiful,
you daughters of Yerushalayim,
like the tents of Kedar,
like the curtains of Shlomo.
6Don’t stare at me because I’m dark;
it’s the sun that tanned me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me
and made me look after the vineyards.
But I haven’t cared for my own vineyard.
7Tell me, my love, where you pasture your flock,
where you have them rest at noon;
for why should I veil myself [like a whore]
beside the flocks of your friends?
8If you do not know,
you most beautiful of women,
then follow the footprints of the flock
and let your kids graze by the shepherds’ tents.
9My love, I compare you with my mare,
pulling one of Pharaoh’s chariots —
10your cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
your neck with its strings of beads;
11we will make you ornaments
of gold, studded with silver.
12As the king reclines at table,
my nard gives forth its perfume:
13to me the man I love is a sachet of myrrh
lodged between my breasts;
14to me the man I love is a spray of henna flowers
in the vineyards of ‘Ein-Gedi.
15Look at you, my love! How beautiful you are!
Your eyes are doves —
16— Look at you!
So handsome, so pleasing, my darling!
Our bed is the greenery;
17cedars are the beams of our houses,
cypresses the rafters.