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The Canticle of canticles
Biblical text allotted to Solomon slightly adapted for the needs for the site Marco Polo.
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CANTIQUE II
 I am the Narcisse of Saron, I am the lily of the valleys. As the lily between the thistles, such as my beloved between the young women.  Like the apple tree among the trees of an orchard, thus is my beloved among the young men. I sat down close to his desired shade, and his fruit is soft to my mouth,  He carried me out to his bedroom, and by love, he draws up his banner against me. His left hand rests under my head and his right hand bewitches me.  Support me with grape cakes, revive me with apples, because I am so sick of love.  I beg you, girls of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, by the hinds of the fields,  do not wake up, do not awake my love, before desire does not wake up in him. I hear my beloved coming by.  Here he is arriving, jumping over the mountains, leaping on the hills. My beloved is similar to a gazelle, to a young fawn. Here is that he is leaning behind the wall of my house. He watches through the window, he spies through the screen.  My beloved raises his voice, he says to me: "Rises, my beloved, my soft beautiful, and come towards me. Because here the winter is passed, and that it is over with rains. Over our land the flowers are growing already.  The season comes from the merry refrains, the warbling of the turtle-dove can be heard on our land. The fig tree forms its first fruits and the flower vines gives off their perfume.   Rise, O! my beloved, O! my beautiful, and come to me!  My dove, hidden behind the rocks, in steep retirements, show me your face, and let me hear your voice; because your voice is so soft and so charming is your face " Catch the foxes for us, the small foxes destroyers of vines, because our vines are already in flower. My beloved is for me, and I am for him.  He makes its herd feed among the lilies. Before breath the breeze of the day and that flee the shades, return...! Be similar, my beloved, to a gazelle, to a young fawn, over the mountains of Bétèr. |
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