Song of Songs 1
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1 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
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2 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
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3 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.
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4 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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5 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
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6 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
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7 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
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8 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
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9 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.
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10 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
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11 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
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12 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
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13 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
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14 Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
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15 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
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16 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.