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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
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name
is as
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: the upright love thee.
5
I
am
black, but comely, O ye 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 the keeper of the
vineyards;
but
mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where
thou feedest, 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?
8
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.
9
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of
horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10
Thy cheeks are comely with rows
of jewels,
thy neck with chains
of gold.
11
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12
While the king
sitteth
at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13
A bundle
of myrrh
is
my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14
My beloved
is
unto me
as
a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15
Behold, thou
art
fair, my love;
behold, thou
art
fair; thou
hast
doves’ eyes.
16
Behold, thou
art
fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
also our bed
is
green.
17
The beams of our house
are
cedar,
and
our rafters of fir.
SONG OF SOLOMON 2
I
am
the rose of Sharon,
and
the lily of the valleys.
2
As the lily among thorns, so
is
my love among
the daughters.
3
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so
is
my beloved among the sons.
I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit
was
sweet to my taste.
4
He brought
me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me
was
love.
5
Stay me with flagons, comfort me
with apples: for I
am
sick of love.
6
His left hand
is
under my head, and his right hand doth embrace
me.
7
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye
stir not up, nor awake
my
love, till he please.
8
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the
hills.
9
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh
forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
10
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over
and
gone;
12
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing
of birds
is come, and the voice of
the turtle is heard in our land;
13
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines
with
the
tender grape give a
good
smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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