1: The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
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2: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is
better than wine. |
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3:
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. |
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4: Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy
love more than wine: the upright love thee. |
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5: I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the
tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
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6: Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath
looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me
the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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7: Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where
thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that
turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? |
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8: If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth
by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds'
tents. |
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9: I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in
Pharaoh's chariots. |
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10: Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with
chains of gold. |
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11: We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
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12: While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth
forth the smell thereof. |
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13: A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all
night betwixt my breasts. |
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14: My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the
vineyards of En-gedi. |
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15: Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou
hast doves' eyes. |
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16: Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our
bed is green. |
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17: The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |