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CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_01.md

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+# Chapter 1
+1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
+2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
+For your caresses are more delightful than wine.
+3 The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating;
+your name is perfume poured out.
+No wonder young women adore you.
+4 Take me with you—let’s hurry.
+Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers.
+We will rejoice and be glad in you;
+we will celebrate your caresses more than wine.
+It is only right that they adore you.
+5 Daughters of Jerusalem,
+I am dark like the tents of Kedar,
+yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
+6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
+for the sun has gazed on me.
+My mother’s sons were angry with me;
+they made me take care of the vineyards.
+I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
+7 Tell me, you whom I love:
+Where do you pasture your sheep?
+Where do you let them rest at noon?
+Why should I be like one who veils herself
+beside the flocks of your companions?
+8 If you do not know,
+most beautiful of women,
+follow the tracks of the flock,
+and pasture your young goats
+near the shepherds’ tents.
+9 I compare you, my darling,
+to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
+10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry,
+your neck with its necklace.
+11 We will make gold jewelry for you,
+accented with silver.
+12 While the king is on his couch,
+my perfume releases its fragrance.
+13 The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me,
+spending the night between my breasts.
+14 The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me,
+in the vineyards of En-gedi.
+15 How beautiful you are, my darling.
+How very beautiful!
+Your eyes are doves.
+16 How handsome you are, my love.
+How delightful!
+Our bed is verdant;
+17 the beams of our house are cedars,
+and our rafters are cypresses.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_02.md

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+# Chapter 2
+1 I am a wildflower of Sharon,
+a lily of the valleys.
+2 Like a lily among thorns,
+so is my darling among the young women.
+3 Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest,
+so is my love among the young men.
+I delight to sit in his shade,
+and his fruit is sweet to my taste.
+4 He brought me to the banquet hall,
+and he looked on me with love.
+5 Sustain me with raisins;
+refresh me with apricots,
+for I am lovesick.
+6 May his left hand be under my head,
+and his right arm embrace me.
+7 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you
+by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,
+do not stir up or awaken love
+until the appropriate time.
+8 Listen! My love is approaching.
+Look! Here he comes,
+leaping over the mountains,
+bounding over the hills.
+9 My love is like a gazelle
+or a young stag.
+See, he is standing behind our wall,
+gazing through the windows,
+peering through the lattice.
+10 My love calls to me:
+Arise, my darling.
+Come away, my beautiful one.
+11 For now the winter is past;
+the rain has ended and gone away.
+12 The blossoms appear in the countryside.
+The time of singing has come,
+and the turtledove’s cooing is heard in our land.
+13 The fig tree ripens its figs;
+the blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
+Arise, my darling.
+Come away, my beautiful one.
+14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock,
+in the crevices of the cliff,
+let me see your face,
+let me hear your voice;
+for your voice is sweet,
+and your face is lovely.
+15 Catch the foxes for us—
+the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—
+for our vineyards are in bloom.
+16 My love is mine and I am his;
+he feeds among the lilies.
+17 Until the day breaks
+and the shadows flee,
+turn around, my love, and be like a gazelle
+or a young stag on the divided mountains.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_03.md

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+# Chapter 3
+1 In my bed at night
+I sought the one I love;
+I sought him, but did not find him.
+2 I will arise now and go about the city,
+through the streets and the plazas.
+I will seek the one I love.
+I sought him, but did not find him.
+3 The guards who go about the city found me.
+I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?”
+4 I had just passed them
+when I found the one I love.
+I held on to him and would not let him go
+until I brought him to my mother’s house—
+to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
+5 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you
+by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,
+do not stir up or awaken love
+until the appropriate time.
+6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness
+like columns of smoke,
+scented with myrrh and frankincense
+from every fragrant powder of the merchant?
+7 Look! Solomon’s bed
+surrounded by sixty warriors
+from the mighty men of Israel.
+8 All of them are skilled with swords
+and trained in warfare.
+Each has his sword at his side
+to guard against the terror of the night.
+9 King Solomon made a carriage for himself
+with wood from Lebanon.
+10 He made its posts of silver,
+its back of gold,
+and its seat of purple.
+Its interior is inlaid with love
+by the young women of Jerusalem.
+11 Go out, young women of Zion,
+and gaze at King Solomon,
+wearing the crown his mother placed on him
+on the day of his wedding—
+the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_04.md

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+# Chapter 4
+1 How beautiful you are, my darling.
+How very beautiful!
+Behind your veil,
+your eyes are doves.
+Your hair is like a flock of goats
+streaming down Mount Gilead.
+2 Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep
+coming up from washing,
+each one bearing twins,
+and none has lost its young.
+3 Your lips are like a scarlet cord,
+and your mouth is lovely.
+Behind your veil,
+your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
+4 Your neck is like the tower of David,
+constructed in layers.
+A thousand shields are hung on it—
+all of them shields of warriors.
+5 Your breasts are like two fawns,
+twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
+6 Until the day breaks
+and the shadows flee,
+I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
+and the hill of frankincense.
+7 You are absolutely beautiful, my darling;
+there is no imperfection in you.
+8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
+come with me from Lebanon!
+Descend from the peak of Amana,
+from the summit of Senir and Hermon,
+from the dens of the lions,
+from the mountains of the leopards.
+9 You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride.
+You have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes,
+with one jewel of your necklace.
+10 How delightful your caresses are, my sister, my bride.
+Your caresses are much better than wine,
+and the fragrance of your perfume than any balsam.
+11 Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride.
+Honey and milk are under your tongue.
+The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
+12 My sister, my bride, you are a locked garden—
+a locked garden and a sealed spring.
+13 Your branches are a paradise of pomegranates
+with choicest fruits;
+henna with nard,
+14 nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,
+with all the trees of frankincense,
+myrrh and aloes,
+with all the best spices.
+15 You are a garden spring,
+a well of flowing water
+streaming from Lebanon.
+16 Awaken, north wind;
+come, south wind.
+Blow on my garden,
+and spread the fragrance of its spices.
+Let my love come to his garden
+and eat its choicest fruits.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_05.md

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+# Chapter 5
+1 I have come to my garden—my sister, my bride.
+I gather my myrrh with my spices.
+I eat my honeycomb with my honey.
+I drink my wine with my milk.
+Eat, friends!
+Drink, be intoxicated with caresses!
+2 I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
+A sound! My love was knocking!
+Open to me, my sister, my darling,
+my dove, my perfect one.
+For my head is drenched with dew,
+my hair with droplets of the night.
+3 I have taken off my clothing.
+How can I put it back on?
+I have washed my feet.
+How can I get them dirty?
+4 My love thrust his hand through the opening,
+and my feelings were stirred for him.
+5 I rose to open for my love.
+My hands dripped with myrrh,
+my fingers with flowing myrrh
+on the handles of the bolt.
+6 I opened to my love,
+but my love had turned and gone away.
+My heart sank because he had left.
+I sought him, but did not find him.
+I called him, but he did not answer.
+7 The guards who go about the city found me.
+They beat and wounded me;
+they took my cloak from me—
+the guardians of the walls.
+8 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
+if you find my love,
+tell him that I am lovesick.
+9 What makes the one you love better than another,
+most beautiful of women?
+What makes him better than another,
+that you would give us this charge?
+10 My love is fit and strong,
+notable among ten thousand.
+11 His head is purest gold.
+His hair is wavy
+and black as a raven.
+12 His eyes are like doves
+beside flowing streams,
+washed in milk
+and set like jewels.
+13 His cheeks are like beds of spice,
+mounds of perfume.
+His lips are lilies,
+dripping with flowing myrrh.
+14 His arms are rods of gold
+set with beryl.
+His body is an ivory panel
+covered with lapis lazuli.
+15 His legs are alabaster pillars
+set on pedestals of pure gold.
+His presence is like Lebanon,
+as majestic as the cedars.
+16 His mouth is sweetness.
+He is absolutely desirable.
+This is my love, and this is my friend,
+young women of Jerusalem.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_06.md

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+# Chapter 6
+1 Where has your love gone,
+most beautiful of women?
+Which way has he turned?
+We will seek him with you.
+2 My love has gone down to his garden,
+to beds of spice,
+to feed in the gardens
+and gather lilies.
+3 I am my love’s and my love is mine;
+he feeds among the lilies.
+4 You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,
+lovely as Jerusalem,
+awe-inspiring as an army with banners.
+5 Turn your eyes away from me,
+for they captivate me.
+Your hair is like a flock of goats
+streaming down from Gilead.
+6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
+coming up from washing,
+each one having a twin,
+and not one missing.
+7 Behind your veil,
+your brow is like a slice of pomegranate.
+8 There are sixty queens
+and eighty concubines
+and young women without number.
+9 But my dove, my virtuous one, is unique;
+she is the favorite of her mother,
+perfect to the one who gave her birth.
+Women see her and declare her fortunate;
+queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:
+10 Who is this who shines like the dawn,
+as beautiful as the moon,
+bright as the sun,
+awe-inspiring as an army with banners?
+11 I came down to the walnut grove
+to see the blossoms of the valley,
+to see if the vines were budding
+and the pomegranates blooming.
+12 I didn’t know what was happening to me.
+I felt like I was
+in a chariot with a nobleman.
+13 Come back, come back, Shulammite!
+Come back, come back, that we may look at you!
+How you gaze at the Shulammite,
+as you look at the dance of the two camps!

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_07.md

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+# Chapter 7
+1 How beautiful are your sandaled feet, princess!
+The curves of your thighs are like jewelry,
+the handiwork of a master.
+2 Your navel is a rounded bowl;
+it never lacks mixed wine.
+Your belly is a mound of wheat
+surrounded by lilies.
+3 Your breasts are like two fawns,
+twins of a gazelle.
+4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory,
+your eyes like pools in Heshbon
+by Bath-rabbim’s gate.
+Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
+looking toward Damascus.
+5 Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,
+the hair of your head like purple cloth—
+a king could be held captive in your tresses.
+6 How beautiful you are and how pleasant,
+my love, with such delights!
+7 Your stature is like a palm tree;
+your breasts are clusters of fruit.
+8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree
+and take hold of its fruit.”
+May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
+and the fragrance of your breath like apricots.
+9 Your mouth is like fine wine—
+flowing smoothly for my love,
+gliding past my lips and teeth!
+10 I am my love’s,
+and his desire is for me.
+11 Come, my love,
+let’s go to the field;
+let’s spend the night among the henna blossoms.
+12 Let’s go early to the vineyards;
+let’s see if the vine has budded,
+if the blossom has opened,
+if the pomegranates are in bloom.
+There I will give you my caresses.
+13 The mandrakes give off a fragrance,
+and at our doors is every delicacy,
+both new and old.
+I have treasured them up for you, my love.

CSB/22_Song_Of_Solomon/Chapter_08.md

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+# Chapter 8
+1 If only I could treat you like my brother,
+one who nursed at my mother’s breasts,
+I would find you in public and kiss you,
+and no one would scorn me.
+2 I would lead you, I would take you,
+to the house of my mother who taught me.
+I would give you spiced wine to drink
+from the juice of my pomegranate.
+3 May his left hand be under my head,
+and his right arm embrace me.
+4 Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you,
+do not stir up or awaken love
+until the appropriate time.
+5 Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
+leaning on the one she loves?
+I awakened you under the apricot tree.
+There your mother conceived you;
+there she conceived and gave you birth.
+6 Set me as a seal on your heart,
+as a seal on your arm.
+For love is as strong as death;
+jealousy is as unrelenting as Sheol.
+Love’s flames are fiery flames—
+an almighty flame!
+7 A huge torrent cannot extinguish love;
+rivers cannot sweep it away.
+If a man were to give all his wealth for love,
+it would be utterly scorned.
+8 Our sister is young;
+she has no breasts.
+What will we do for our sister
+on the day she is spoken for?
+9 If she is a wall,
+we will build a silver barricade on her.
+If she is a door,
+we will enclose her with cedar planks.
+10 I am a wall
+and my breasts like towers.
+So to him I have become
+like one who finds peace.
+11 Solomon owned a vineyard in Baal-hamon.
+He leased the vineyard to tenants.
+Each was to bring for his fruit
+one thousand pieces of silver.
+12 I have my own vineyard.
+The one thousand are for you, Solomon,
+but two hundred for those who take care of its fruits.
+13 You who dwell in the gardens,
+companions are listening for your voice;
+let me hear you!
+14 Run away with me, my love,
+and be like a gazelle
+or a young stag
+on the mountains of spices.