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Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, With me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions` dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
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You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck.
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How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all manner of spices!
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Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
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A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; A locked up spring, A sealed fountain.