The Song of songs, which is Solomons
The song of songs, which is Solomons.
Let him kisse mee with the kisses of his mouth: for thy Love is better then wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment powred forth, therefore doe the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will runne after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoyce in thee, we wil remember thy love more then wine: the upright love thee.
I am blacke, but comely, (O ye daughters of Jerusalem) as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon.
Looke not upon me because I am blacke, because the Sunne hath looked upon me: my mothers children were angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine owne vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, (O thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocke to rest at noone: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flockes of thy companions?
If thou know not (O thou fairest among women) goe thy way forth by the footsteps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes beside the shepheards tents.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaohs chariots.
Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of jewels, thy necke with chaines of golde.
Wee will make thee borders of golde, with studdes of silver.
Let him kisse mee with the kisses of his mouth: for thy Love is better then wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment powred forth, therefore doe the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will runne after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoyce in thee, we wil remember thy love more then wine: the upright love thee.
I am blacke, but comely, (O ye daughters of Jerusalem) as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon.
Looke not upon me because I am blacke, because the Sunne hath looked upon me: my mothers children were angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine owne vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, (O thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocke to rest at noone: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flockes of thy companions?
If thou know not (O thou fairest among women) goe thy way forth by the footsteps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes beside the shepheards tents.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaohs chariots.
Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of jewels, thy necke with chaines of golde.
Wee will make thee borders of golde, with studdes of silver.
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