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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 breasts are better than wine.
[3]And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
[4]They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
[5]I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
[6]Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
[7]Tell me, thou whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest them to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
[8]If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
[9]I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
[10]How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!
[11]We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
[12]So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
[13]My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
[14]My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
[15]Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
[16]Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
[17]The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
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