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Ask a Question"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,
"If her father utterly refuses to give her to him, he shall pay money according to the bride-price of virgins.
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.
I have taken off my robe; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I defile them?
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him I am lovesick!
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, And the hair of your head is like purple; A king is held captive by your tresses.
"I adorned you with ornaments, put bracelets on your wrists, and a chain on your neck.
"And I put a jewel in your nose, earrings in your ears, and a beautiful crown on your head.
"You took your embroidered garments and covered them, and you set My oil and My incense before them.
"Moreover you multiplied your acts of harlotry as far as the land of the trader, Chaldea; and even then you were not satisfied.
"They shall also bring up an assembly against you, and they shall stone you with stones and thrust you through with their swords.
"that you may bear your own shame and be disgraced by all that you did when you comforted them.
And the Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" And let him who thirsts come. Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.
Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.
I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
The Beloved If you do not know, O fairest among women, Follow in the footsteps of the flock, And feed your little goats Beside the shepherds' tents.
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, Gazing through the lattice.