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| 1:1 | 
                                 
                                    The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
                                 
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| 1:2 | 
                                 
                                    Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
                                 
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| 1:3 | 
                                 
                                    Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
                                 
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| 1:4 | 
                                 
                                    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. They love thee uprightly.
                                 
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| 1:5 | 
                                 
                                    I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
                                 
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| 1:6 | 
                                 
                                    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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
                                 
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| 1:7 | 
                                 
                                    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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| 1:8 | 
                                 
                                    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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| 1:9 | 
                                 
                                    I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
                                 
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| 1:10 | 
                                 
                                    Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
                                 
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| 1:11 | 
                                 
                                    We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
                                 
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| 1:12 | 
                                 
                                    While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
                                 
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| 1:13 | 
                                 
                                    A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
                                 
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| 1:14 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
                                 
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| 1:15 | 
                                 
                                    Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
                                 
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| 1:16 | 
                                 
                                    Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
                                 
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| 1:17 | 
                                 
                                    The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
                                 
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