1Verse 1The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.Verse 2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.Verse 3And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.Verse 4They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into his closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.Verse 5I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.Verse 6Look 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.Verse 7Tell 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.Verse 8If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents.Verse 9I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.Verse 10How are thy cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, thy neck as chains!Verse 11We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.Verse 12So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.Verse 13My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.Verse 14My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.Verse 15Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.Verse 16Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.Verse 17The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
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