The Song Of Solomon - Michael Hoppé

[00:08.68]I am the rose of Sharon,
[00:11.60]and the lily of the valleys.
[00:13.45]
[00:15.01]As the lily among thorns,
[00:17.08]so is my love among the daughters.
[00:19.83]
[00:20.72]As the apple tree among the trees of the wood,
[00:23.97]so is my beloved among the sons.
[00:28.06]I sat down under his shadow with great delight,
[00:32.37]and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
[00:36.54]
[00:37.79]He brought me to the banqueting house,
[00:40.19]and his banner over me was love.
[00:43.72]
[00:44.98]Stay me with flagons,
[00:46.89]comfort me with apples:
[00:48.95]for I am sick of love.
[00:51.77]
[00:53.83]His left hand is under my head,
[00:57.00]and his right hand doth embrace me.
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[01:01.25]I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
[01:04.82]by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
[01:08.15]that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
[01:12.98]till he please.
[01:14.63]
[01:16.49]The voice of my beloved!
[01:18.35]behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains,
[01:21.21]skipping upon the hills.
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[01:23.17]My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
[01:27.48]behold, he standeth behind our wall,
[01:31.00]he looketh forth at the windows,
[01:34.02]shewing himself through the lattice.
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[01:38.34]My beloved spake, and said unto me,
[01:41.69]Rise up, my love,
[01:43.41]my fair one, and come away.
[01:46.33]
[01:47.42]For, lo, the winter is past,
[01:51.43]the rain is over and gone.
[01:53.70]
[01:54.94]The flowers appear on the earth;
[01:57.31]the time of the singing of birds is come,
[02:01.53]and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
[02:04.79]
[02:06.95]The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
[02:10.47]and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
[02:15.91]Arise, my love,
[02:17.91]my fair one, and come away.
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[02:22.24]O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
[02:25.91]in the secret places of the stairs,
[02:28.57]let me see thy countenance,
[02:31.83]let me hear thy voice;
[02:34.39]for sweet is thy voice,
[02:37.31]and thy countenance is comely.
[02:39.72]
[02:41.17]Take us the foxes,
[02:42.72]the little foxes,
[02:43.84]that spoil the vines:
[02:45.79]for our vines have tender grapes.
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[02:50.16]My beloved is mine, and I am his:
[02:55.69]he feedeth among the lilies.
[02:57.80]
[02:59.40]Until the day break,
[03:01.28]and the shadows flee away,
[03:03.89]turn, my beloved,
[03:06.45]and be thou like a roe
[03:09.07]or a young hart
[03:10.93]upon the mountains of Bether.
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