Song of Solomon 1:9
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I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
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The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”
My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help, who rely on horses, who trust in their abundance of chariots and in their multitude of horsemen. They do not look to the Holy One of Israel; they do not seek the LORD.
You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.
Solomon’s horses were imported from Egypt and Kue; the royal merchants purchased them from Kue.
How beautiful you are, my darling— how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.