Song of Solomon 1
The Bride and the
Daughters of Jerusalem |
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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. 1 Kgs. 4.32
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his
mouth:
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for thy love is better than
wine. |
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Because of the savor of thy good
ointments
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thy name is as ointment poured forth, |
therefore do the virgins love
thee. |
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Draw me, we will run after thee:
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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,
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as the tents of Kedar, |
as the curtains of
Solomon. |
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Look not upon me, because I am black,
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because the sun hath looked upon me: |
my mother's children were angry with me; |
they made me the keeper of the vineyards; |
but mine own vineyard have I not
kept. |
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,
where thou feedest,
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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 know not, O thou fairest among
women,
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go thy way forth by the footsteps of the
flock, |
and feed thy kids beside the shepherds'
tents. |
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The Bride and the
Bridegroom |
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I have compared thee, O my love,
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to a company of horses in Pharaoh's
chariots. |
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10 |
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of
jewels,
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thy neck with chains of
gold. |
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We will make thee borders of gold
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While the King sitteth at his
table,
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my spikenard sendeth forth the smell
thereof. |
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A bundle of myrrh is my
well-beloved unto me;
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he shall lie all night betwixt my
breasts. |
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My beloved is unto me as a
cluster of camphire
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in the vineyards of Enge'di.
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Behold, thou art fair, my
love;
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behold, thou art fair; |
thou hast doves'
eyes. |
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved,
yea, pleasant:
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The beams of our house are cedar,
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