Celtic Hexapla: Being the Song of Solomon in All the Living Dialects of the Gaelic and Cambrian Languages

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Impensis Ludovici Luciani Bonaparte, 1858 - Breton language - 63 pages
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Page 12 - I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, Till he please.
Page 54 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 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.
Page 18 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Page 32 - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Page 30 - Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse ; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Page 20 - But I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
Page 28 - Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Page 56 - O THAT thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother ! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee ; Yea, I should not be despised.
Page 4 - I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Page 32 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his pleasant fruits.

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