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The song of songs, which Solomon's. |
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love better than wine. |
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Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name 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 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 black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? |
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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. |
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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. |
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10
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Thy cheeks are comely with rows , thy neck with chains . |
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We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
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While the king at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
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A bundle of myrrh my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
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14
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My beloved unto me a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. |
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Behold, thou fair, my love; behold, thou fair; thou doves' eyes. |
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Behold, thou fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed green. |
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The beams of our house cedar, our rafters of fir. |