1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
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2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
- for your love is better than wine.
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3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
- Your name is oil poured forth,
- therefore the virgins love you.
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4Take me away with you.
- Let us hurry.
- The king has brought me into his rooms.
- We will be glad and rejoice in you.
- We will praise your love more than wine!
- They are right to love you.
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5I am dark, but lovely,
- you daughters of Jerusalem,
- like Kedar’s tents,
- like Solomon’s curtains.
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6Don’t stare at me because I am dark,
- because the sun has scorched me.
- My mother’s sons were angry with me.
- They made me keeper of the vineyards.
- I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
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7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
- where you graze your flock,
- where you rest them at noon;
- For why should I be as one who is veiled
- beside the flocks of your companions?
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8If you don’t know, most beautiful among women,
- follow the tracks of the sheep.
- Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
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9I have compared you, my love,
- to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
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10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
- your neck with strings of jewels.
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11We will make you earrings of gold,
- with studs of silver.
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12While the king sat at his table,
- my perfume spread its fragrance.
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13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
- that lies between my breasts.
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14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
- from the vineyards of En Gedi.
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15Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
- Behold, you are beautiful.
- Your eyes are doves.
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16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;
- and our couch is verdant.
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17The beams of our house are cedars.
- Our rafters are firs.