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# Chapter 1
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1 This is Solomon’s song of songs, more wonderful than any other.
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2 Kiss me and kiss me again,
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for your love is sweeter than wine.
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3 How pleasing is your fragrance;
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your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils.
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No wonder all the young women love you!
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4 Take me with you; come, let’s run!
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The king has brought me into his bedroom.
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How happy we are for you, O king.
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We praise your love even more than wine.
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How right they are to adore you.
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5 I am dark but beautiful,
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O women of Jerusalem—
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dark as the tents of Kedar,
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dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.
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6 Don’t stare at me because I am dark—
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the sun has darkened my skin.
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My brothers were angry with me;
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they forced me to care for their vineyards,
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so I couldn’t care for myself—my own vineyard.
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7 Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today?
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Where will you rest your sheep at noon?
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For why should I wander like a prostitute
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among your friends and their flocks?
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8 If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman,
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follow the trail of my flock,
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and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.
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9 You are as exciting, my darling,
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as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.
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10 How lovely are your cheeks;
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your earrings set them afire!
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How lovely is your neck,
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enhanced by a string of jewels.
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11 We will make for you earrings of gold
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and beads of silver.
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12 The king is lying on his couch,
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enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.
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13 My lover is like a sachet of myrrh
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lying between my breasts.
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14 He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms
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from the vineyards of En-gedi.
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15 How beautiful you are, my darling,
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how beautiful!
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Your eyes are like doves.
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16 You are so handsome, my love,
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pleasing beyond words!
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The soft grass is our bed;
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17 fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house,
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and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters. |