| 1 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The Song of Songs, that `is' Solomon's. |
| 2 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine. |
| 3 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee! |
| 4 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee! |
| 5 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon. |
| 6 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept. |
| 7 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions? |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings! |
| 9 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend, |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains. |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver! |
| 12 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance. |
| 13 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth. |
| 14 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi! |
| 15 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves! |
| 16 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green, |
| 17 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The beams of our houses `are' cedars, Our rafters `are' firs, I `am' a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys! |
