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Chapter 1 |
| 1 |
The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
| 2 | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy
love is better than wine. |
| 3 |
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured
forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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? |
| 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. |
| 9
| I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's
chariots. |
| 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. |
| 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. |
