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[1]Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
[2]Because of the savor of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment poured out: therefore the virgins love thee.
[3]Draw me: we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will rejoice and be glad in thee: we will remember thy love more than wine: the righteous do love thee.
[4]I am black, O daughters of Jerusalem, but comely, as the tents of Kedar, and as the curtains of Solomon.
[5]Regard ye me not because I am black: for the sun hath looked upon me. The sons of my mother were angry against me: they made me the keeper of the vines: but I kept not mine own vine.
[6]Show me, O thou, whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noon: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flocks of thy companions?
[7]If thou know not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee forth by the steps of the flock, and feed thy kids by the tents of the shepherds.
[8]I have compared thee, O my love, to the troop of horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.
[9]Thy cheeks are comely with rows of stones, and thy neck with chains.
[10]We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
[11]Whiles the king was at his repast, my spikenard gave the smell thereof.
[12]My well-beloved is as a bundle of myrrh unto me: he shall lie between my breasts.
[13]My well-beloved is as a cluster of camphor unto me in the vines of Engedi.
[14]My love, behold, thou art fair: behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are like the doves.
[15]My well-beloved, behold, thou art fair and pleasant: also our bed is green: the beams of our house are cedars.
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