| The Sixth Song |
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| The Woman 10 I am a wall, and my breasts are its towers. My lover knows that with him I find contentment and peace. The man 11 Solomon has a vineyard in a place called Baal Hamon. There are farmers who rent it from him; each one pays a thousand silver cois. 12 Solomon is welcome to his thousand coins, and the farmers to two hundred as there share; I have a vineyard of my own! 13 Let me hear your voice from the garden my love; my companions are waiting to hear you speak. The Woman 14 Come to me, my lover, like a gazelle, like a young stag on the mountains where spices grow. |
| The Women 5 Who is this coming from the desert, arm in arm with her lover? The Woman Under the apple-tree I woke you, in the place where you were born. 6 Close your heart to every love but mine; hold no one in your arms but me. Love is as powerful as death; passion is as strong as death itself. It bursts into flame and burns like a raging fire. 7 Water cannot put it out; no flood can drown it. But if anyone tried to buy love with his wealth, contempt is all he would get. The Woman's Brothers 8 We have a young siater, and her breasts are still small. What will we do for her when a young man comes courting? 9 If she is a wall, we will build her a silver tower. But if she is a gate we will protect her with cedar. |
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