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"You also played the harlot with the Assyrians, because you were insatiable; indeed you played the harlot with them and still were not satisfied.
"Indeed everyone who quotes proverbs will use this proverb against you: 'Like mother, like daughter!'
"And they were haughty and committed abomination before Me; therefore I took them away as I saw fit.
Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
The SHULAMITE Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth - For your love is better than wine.
The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
Her Brothers Catch us the foxes, The little foxes that spoil the vines, For our vines have tender grapes.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Banks of scented herbs. His lips are lilies, Dripping liquid myrrh.
Turn your eyes away from me, For they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats Going down from Gilead.
And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The Shulamite The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.
"I clothed you in embroidered cloth and gave you sandals of badger skin; I clothed you with fine linen and covered you with silk.
"Then it was so, after all your wickedness - 'Woe, woe to you!' says the Lord GOD -
"that you also built for yourself a shrine, and made a high place for yourself in every street.
"You also committed harlotry with the Egyptians, your very fleshly neighbors, and increased your acts of harlotry to provoke Me to anger.
"How degenerate is your heart!" says the Lord GOD, "seeing you do all these things, the deeds of a brazen harlot.
"For your sister Sodom was not a byword in your mouth in the days of your pride,
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms In the vineyards of En Gedi.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases.
The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove Is heard in our land.