1:1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved for your love is better than wine. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains. because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard. where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze yo
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| - 1:1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved for your love is better than wine. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains. because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard. where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze yo
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| - 1:1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved for your love is better than wine. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you. you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains. because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard. where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions? Lover follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents. to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots. your neck with strings of jewels. with studs of silver. Beloved my perfume spread its fragrance. that lies between my breasts. from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved and our couch is verdant. Lover Our rafters are firs.
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