Song of songs.c.2.v.9. My Beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, there He stands behind our wall gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
DOVE SONG
My Dove is stood beyond our wall
and should I leave Him there
He bids me join Him where He is
His shame and loneliness to share.
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I was asleep with heart awaked
my Dove was at my door
He wooed with tender words of love
and I could make Him wait no more.
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My Dove put His hand to the latch
my heart thrilled with delight
I rose to open up to Him
but He was gone into the night.
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Sustain me with raisins
refresh me with apples
for I am sick with love.
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My heart had failed me when He spoke
I sought but found Him not
I cried to Him in my distress
My Dove, my Lord, forsake me not.
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Oh where is my Beloved gone
and my Dove where is He turned
city girls talk much about love
but there's a love which cannot be learned.
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Sustain me with raisins
refresh me with apples
for I am sick with love.
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There is my Belov'd, my Dove
He's pasturing His sheep
see Him gathering His lilies
I knew my heart's pledge He would keep.
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