|  | The song of songs, which is Solomon's. | 
| 2. | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine. | 
| 3. | Because of the savour of your good ointments, your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. | 
| 4. | Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine. The upright love you. | 
| 5. | I am black, but comely, Oh, you 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 has looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept. | 
| 7. | Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon. For why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions? | 
| 8. | If you don't know, Oh, you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents. | 
| 9. | I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. | 
| 10. | Your cheeks are comely, with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold. | 
| 11. | We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver. | 
| 12. | While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell of it. | 
| 13. | A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved to me; he shall lie all night beteen my breasts. | 
| 14. | My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En-gedi. | 
| 15. | Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyous. | 
| 16. | Behold, you are fair, my beloved, youa, pleasant; also our bed is green. | 
| 17. | The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. | 
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