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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 | 
                                 
                                    Because of the savor of thy good ointments thy name [is as] 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: the upright love thee.
                                 
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| 1:5 | 
                                 
                                    I [am] black, but comely, O ye 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 the keeper of the vineyards; [but] my own vineyard have I not kept.
                                 
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| 1:7 | 
                                 
                                    Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest [thy flock] to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
                                 
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| 1:8 | 
                                 
                                    If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds tents.
                                 
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| 1:9 | 
                                 
                                    I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
                                 
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| 1:10 | 
                                 
                                    Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck with chains [of gold].
                                 
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| 1:11 | 
                                 
                                    We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
                                 
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| 1:12 | 
                                 
                                    While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.
                                 
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| 1:13 | 
                                 
                                    A bundle of myrrh [is] my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
                                 
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| 1:14 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved [is] to me [as] a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi.
                                 
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| 1:15 | 
                                 
                                    Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.
                                 
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| 1:16 | 
                                 
                                    Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed [is] green.
                                 
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| 1:17 | 
                                 
                                    The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.
                                 
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