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| Song of Solomon 1:1 |
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The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:2 |
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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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| Song of Solomon 1:3 |
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Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name
is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:4 |
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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 make mention of thy love more than of wine:
Rightly do they love thee. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:5 |
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I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem,
As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:6 |
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Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because
the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made
me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:7 |
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou
feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as
one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions? |
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| Song of Solomon 1:8 |
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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. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:9 |
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I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed
in Pharaoh's chariots. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:10 |
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Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy
neck with strings of jewels. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:11 |
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We will make thee plaits of gold With studs
of silver. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:12 |
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While the king sat at his table, My spikenard
sent forth its fragrance. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:13 |
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My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh,
That lieth betwixt my breasts. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:14 |
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My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers
In the vineyards of En-gedi. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:15 |
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou
art fair; Thine eyes are as doves. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:16 |
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
Also our couch is green. |
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| Song of Solomon 1:17 |
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The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters
are firs. |
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