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| 1:1 | 
                                 
                                    The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
                                 
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| 1:2 | 
                                 
                                    Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
                                 
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| 1:3 | 
                                 
                                    Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
                                 
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| 1:4 | 
                                 
                                    Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
                                 
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| 1:5 | 
                                 
                                    I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
                                 
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| 1:6 | 
                                 
                                    Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
                                 
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| 1:7 | 
                                 
                                    Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
                                 
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| 1:8 | 
                                 
                                    If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
                                 
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| 1:9 | 
                                 
                                    I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
                                 
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| 1:10 | 
                                 
                                    Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
                                 
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| 1:11 | 
                                 
                                    We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
                                 
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| 1:12 | 
                                 
                                    While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
                                 
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| 1:13 | 
                                 
                                    As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
                                 
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| 1:14 | 
                                 
                                    My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
                                 
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| 1:15 | 
                                 
                                    See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
                                 
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| 1:16 | 
                                 
                                    See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
                                 
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| 1:17 | 
                                 
                                    Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
                                 
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