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Chapter 1
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The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy
love is better than wine. |
3
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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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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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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
6
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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. |
7
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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? |
8
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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. |
9
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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses
in Pharaoh's chariots. |
10
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Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck
with chains of gold. |
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We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
12
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While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth
forth the smell thereof. |
13
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A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall
lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
14
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My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the
vineyards of Engedi. |
15
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
thou hast doves' eyes. |
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also
our bed is green. |
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The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of
fir. |
