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SSo 1:1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
SSo 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. SSo 1:3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. SSo 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. SSo 1:5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. SSo 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 mine own vineyard have I not kept. SSo 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? SSo 1:8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. SSo 1:9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. SSo 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. SSo 1:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. SSo 1:12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. SSo 1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. SSo 1:14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. SSo 1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. SSo 1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. SSo 1:17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. SSo 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. SSo 2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. SSo 2:3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. SSo 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. SSo 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. SSo 2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. SSo 2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. |