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Solomon's Canticle of Canticles
Chapter 1
The spouse aspires to an union with Christ, their mutual love for one another.
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Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine, |
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Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. |
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Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee. |
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I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
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Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept. |
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Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions. |
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If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds. |
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To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love. |
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Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels. |
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We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver. |
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While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof. |
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A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. |
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A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. |
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Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves. |
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Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. |
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The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees. |
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