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- The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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- Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
For thy love is better than wine.
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- Thine ointments savour sweetly;
Thy name is an 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.
They love thee uprightly.
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- I am black, but comely, 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 keeper of the vineyards;
Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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- Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon;
For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
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- If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
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- I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
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- Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
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- We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
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- While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
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- A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me;
He shall pass the night between my breasts.
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- My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
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- Behold, thou art fair, my love;
Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
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- Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant;
Also our bed is green.
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- The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
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