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The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
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| 1:2 |
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. |
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| 1:3 |
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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| 1:4 |
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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| 1:5 |
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
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| 1:6 |
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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| 1:7 |
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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| 1:8 |
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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| 1:9 |
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. |
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| 1:10 |
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. |
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| 1:11 |
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
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| 1:12 |
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
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| 1:13 |
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
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| 1:14 |
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. |
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| 1:15 |
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
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| 1:16 |
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
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| 1:17 |
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |
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