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Song of Solomon 1 (7) Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
Song of Solomon 1 (8) If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
Song of Solomon 1 (9) I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Song of Solomon 1 (10) Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Song of Solomon 1 (11) We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
Song of Solomon 1 (12) While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
Song of Solomon 1 (13) A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
Song of Solomon 1 (14) My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
Song of Solomon 1 (15) Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Song of Solomon 1 (16) Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Song of Solomon 1 (17) The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Song of Solomon 2 (1) I AM the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley.
Song of Solomon 2 (2) As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Song of Solomon 2 (3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Song of Solomon 2 (4) He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Song of Solomon 2 (5) Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
Song of Solomon 2 (6) His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Song of Solomon 2 (7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
Song of Solomon 2 (8) The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
Song of Solomon 2 (9) My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.