loves To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the
sons

of Korah, Maschil, A Song of {loves}. My heart is inditing a good

matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the
king:

my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer.



loves Come, let us take our fill of love until the

morning: let us solace ourselves with {loves}.



loves Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us
see if

the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the

pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my {loves}.

























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