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1:1
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The song of songs, which is Solomon's.  | 
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1:2
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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.  | 
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1:3
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Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.  | 
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1:4
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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 remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.  | 
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1:5
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I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.  | 
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1:6
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Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.  | 
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1:7
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Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?  | 
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1:8
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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.  | 
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1:9
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I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.  | 
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1:10
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Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.  | 
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1:11
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We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.  | 
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1:12
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While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.  | 
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1:13
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A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.  | 
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1:14
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My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.  | 
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1:15
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.  | 
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1:16
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Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.  | 
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1:17
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The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.  |