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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 well-beloved 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 Engedi. |
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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. |
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