Let him kiss me
with the virgins love thee
Look not upon me
because I am black.
I am the rose of Sharon
and the lily of the valleys
As the lily among thorns
so is my love among the daughters.
I sat down under his shadow
with great delight
and his fruit was sweet.
And he was loved
he was loved
comfort me with apples for
I am sick of love
so sick
sick of love.
On my bed
I sought him
open to me
Hey sister!
My love
my dove
my undefiled
And for my head
my head is filled
and my locks
with the drops of the night.
I opened to my beloved
but my beloved
had withdrawn himself!
I charge you
I charge you
Oh daughters of...
I am sick of love
so sick
sick of love.

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