Chapter 1

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THE song of songs, which is Shalomah's.

2

Let him touch me with the kisses of his mouth: for your affections are better than wine.

3

Because of the savor of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the damsels 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 shall commemorate your affections more than wine: the yashariym love you.

5

I am black, and comely, O ye daughters of Yerushalayim, as the tents of Qedar, as the shoots of Shalomah.

6

It must not be you staring at me because I am black, because I am tanned from the sun: my mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; vineyards which were not my own.

7

Tell you, O soul of mine whom she loves, where you feed, where are you reclining at noon? why should I become as one being muffled by the droves of your partners?

8

If you know not, the lovely one among women, go your way by the footsteps of the flock, and graze your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

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I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses for Phar'oh's chariots.

10

Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains threaded gems.

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We will make you bead rows of gold with specks of silver.

12

Still the king's divan sends forth the scent of him from the spikenard he gave me.

13

A pouch of myrrh is my darling to me; he is lodging between my breasts.

14

My darling is to me as a cluster of the henna blossom in the vineyards of Eyn Gediy.

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Behold you, lovely shepherdess; behold you, you have the lovely eyes of doves.

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Behold you, my darling, you are pleasant indeed: also our couch is flourishing.

17

The beams of our court are cedar, and our rafters and panels are of fir.



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