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gol. Song. 2.c.8y.

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It is the voice of the Bridegroom.
Behold he is come,
Leaping upon the mountains,
And skipping

on the hills.

2
He brought his Bride into the banquet-

ing house.
And his banner over her was love.
While the king sitteth at his table,
The Spikenard of the Bride sendenh forth

the smell thereof.

2c. 4 v.

Ic. 12v

3

Ic. 15 v

The Bride is fair,
She has doves eyes,
She is fairer than the children of men;
Grace is poured into her lips.

Psalm 45.2 v

4

Sol. Song. 2c. 6v.

The left hand of the Bridegroom is under

her head, And his right hand doth uphold her,

1 How much better is his love than wine, And the smell of his ointments than all

spices.

Ac. 10v

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The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come;
And the voice of the turtle is heard,
In the garden of the Bride.

Sol. Song. 2c. 12v

2

14 yer.

The Bridegroom unvaileth his face,
And sheweth to the Bride his counte-

nance,
He causeth her to hear his voice; for

sweet is his voice; and his counte-
nance is comely.

3

4 c. I v

Behold, the Bride is fair and lovely,
She has doves' eyes within her locks :
Her hair is as a flock of goats,
That
appear

from Mount Gilead.

4

The branches are in the vine, and he in

John them.

15 c.5 v He feeds among the lilies.

Song, She sat down under his shadow with great 2c. 3 v

delight. And his fruit was sweet unto her taste.

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1 Thou hast ravished my heart, My brother and my

husband; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of

Sol. Song, 4c. 9 v

thine eyes,

With one chain of thy neck.

11 ver.

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Thy lips O my husband,
Drops as the honey-comb:
Honey and milk are under thy tongue,
And the smell of thy garments is like the

smell of Lebanon.

3 How much better is thy love than wine, 10 ver. And the smell of thy ointments than all

spices. A fountain of gardens, a well of living

waters, And streams from Lebanon.

15 ver.

2c. 3v.

4
As the Apple-tree amongst the trees of

the wood,
So art thou among the Brides.
Thou art all fair my love
There is no spot in thee.

4 c.7v.

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