This seems a desperate farewell

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

Thou art all fair, my love there is no spot in thee.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. Lover

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.

I sleep, but my heart waketh it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

My parents don't approve of my girlfriend.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

Behold, thou art fair, my love behold, thou art fair thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

They stole my lover and all the colors of happiness.

Sorry baby, but I had to say it.

1981 بغداد حبيبتي يهود العراق، ذكريات وشجون .

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

No drama, no long goodbyes, just nothing.

Finally, human rights activist Dalia VK wrote a moving farewell letter on her blog. Part of it reads

Being infamous in a foreign country is generally not a good farewell party for someone who is often regarded as the President of the World .

My daughter the day we got it, I was tucking her in and I said, Honey, you're my treasure.

And as a final parting thought, on behalf of future archeologists, I would like to ask you to please think twice before you go home and brush your teeth.

The time it was Chris Connor singing Lush Life how it brought back my college sweetheart, my first real love, who till I left her played the same record.

Chinese cartoonist Perverted Pepper posted a political cartoon in which a throng of ordinary Chinese waves goodbye to a large red ship called Titanic at Sina Weibo.

Similarly, when the outgoing governor of Van sent a farewell message last month to the largely Kurdish speaking people in his southeastern province, he delivered it in Kurdish and received warm wishes in return.

She felt that her soul was in shreds as she recalled these memories, and she swallowed her anguish for being unable to say a final farewell to her son, and felt choked with bitterness.

E Oh, my God! My God! My God!

Yahweh, you God to whom vengeance belongs, you God to whom vengeance belongs, shine forth.

O earth, earth, earth, hear the word of Yahweh.

O LORD God, to whom vengeance belongeth O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself.

O earth, earth, earth, hear the word of the LORD.

Tom! Mary!

The king was much moved, and went up to the room over the gate, and wept. As he went, he said, My son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! I wish I had died for you, Absalom, my son, my son!

And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!

She was on Larry King later, and he said, You're probably wondering how on Earth this could happen to you twice. And he said, All I can say to you is, this must be God's message to you, honey. From now on, every day give your all, love your all.

In the latter, human experiences are described in terms of an outsized metaphor (a kind of metaphorical hyperbole), like the stock comparison of eyes to the sun, which Shakespeare makes light of in his sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.

The classics were, Hey stupid, Hey spaz.

Where are the Druze? Where are the Alawites? Where are the Syrians?

What if it was an ordinary citizen and not the King?