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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 your love is better than wine,
                                 
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| 1:3 | 
                                 
                                    your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is perfume poured out; therefore the maidens love you.
                                 
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| 1:4 | 
                                 
                                    Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
                                 
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| 1:5 | 
                                 
                                    I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
                                 
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| 1:6 | 
                                 
                                    Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept!
                                 
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| 1:7 | 
                                 
                                    Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?
                                 
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| 1:8 | 
                                 
                                    If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
                                 
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| 1:9 | 
                                 
                                    I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
                                 
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| 1:10 | 
                                 
                                    Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
                                 
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| 1:11 | 
                                 
                                    We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
                                 
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| 1:12 | 
                                 
                                    While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
                                 
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| 1:13 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
                                 
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| 1:14 | 
                                 
                                    My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
                                 
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| 1:15 | 
                                 
                                    Ah, you are beautiful, my love; ah, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
                                 
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| 1:16 | 
                                 
                                    Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;
                                 
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| 1:17 | 
                                 
                                    the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.
                                 
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