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1:1  The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
1:2  Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
1:3  Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
1:4  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 make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.
1:5  I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
1:6  Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
1:7  Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock , Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
1:8  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.
1:9  I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10  Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair , Thy neck with strings of jewels.
1:11  We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
1:12  While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
1:13  My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
1:14  My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
1:15  Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.
1:16  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
1:17  The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.