The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem |
1 | The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. 1 Kgs. 4.32 |
2 | 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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3 | 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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4 | 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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5 | 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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6 | 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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7 | 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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8 | 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 |
9 | 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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11 | We will make thee borders of gold
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12 | While the King sitteth at his table,
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my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
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13 | 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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14 | My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire
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in the vineyards of Enge'di. |
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15 | Behold, thou art fair, my love;
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behold, thou art fair; |
thou hast doves' eyes. |
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16 | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
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17 | The beams of our house are cedar,
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