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\c 1
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\v 1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
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\sp The young woman speaking to herself
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\q
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\v 2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
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\sp The woman speaking to her lover
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\q for your love is better than wine.
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\q
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\v 3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance;
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\q your name is like flowing perfume,
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\q so the young women love you.
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\q
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\v 4 Take me with you, and we will run.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\q The king has brought me into his rooms.
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\sp The woman speaking to her lover
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\q We are glad; We rejoice about you;
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\q let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine.
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\q It is natural for the other women to adore you.
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\sp The woman speaking to the other women
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\q
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\v 5 I am dark but lovely,
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\q you daughters of Jerusalem's men—
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\q dark like the tents of Kedar,
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\q lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
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\q
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\v 6 Do not stare at me because I am dark,
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\q because the sun has scorched me.
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\q My mother's sons were angry with me;
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\q they made me keeper of the vineyards,
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\q but my own vineyard I have not kept.
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\sp The woman speaking to her lover
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\v 7 Tell me, you whom I love,
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\q where do you feed your flock?
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\q Where do you rest your flock at noontime?
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\q Why should I be like someone who wanders
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\q beside the flocks of your companions?
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\sp Her lover answering her
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\v 8 If you do not know, most beautiful among women,
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\q follow the tracks of my flock,
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\q and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
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\v 9 I compare you, my love,
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\q to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
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\v 10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
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\q your neck with strings of jewels.
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\v 11 I will make for you gold ornaments
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\q with silver studs.
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\sp The woman speaking to herself
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\v 12 While the king lay on his couch,
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\q my nard emitted its fragrance.
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\q
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\v 13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh
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\q that spends the night lying between my breasts.
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\v 14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers
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\q in the vineyards of En Gedi.
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\sp Her lover speaking to her
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\q
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\v 15 See, you are beautiful, my love;
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\q see, you are beautiful;
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\q your eyes are like doves.
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\sp The woman speaking to her lover
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\v 16 See, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome.
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\q The lush plants serve as our bed.
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\q
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\v 17 The beams of our house are cedar tree branches,
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\q and our rafters are fir branches.
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