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| 1. | The song of songs, which is Solomon`s. |
| 2. | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine. |
| 3. | Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee. |
| 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. They love thee uprightly. |
| 5. | I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. |
| 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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
| 7. | Tell me, 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 veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions? |
| 8. | If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds` booths. |
| 9. | I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh`s chariots. |
| 10. | Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains. |
| 11. | We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver. |
| 12. | While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. |
| 13. | A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts. |
| 14. | My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi. |
| 15. | Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves. |
| 16. | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green. |
| 17. | The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses. |