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Chapter 1 |
| 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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| 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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| 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 | 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. |
| 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. |
| 13 | A bundle of
myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my
breasts. |
| 14
| My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the
vineyards of Engedi. |
| 15 | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
| 16 | Behold, thou art fair, my
beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
| 17 | The beams of
our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |
