Chapter 1

  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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  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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  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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  I am black, but comely, O ye 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.  

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  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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  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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  I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.  

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  Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.  

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  We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.  

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  While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its smell.  

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  A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.  

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  My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi.  

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  Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.  

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  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.  

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  The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.  

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