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Song of Solomon 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.
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.
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