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ISA-11:9 ...for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD,

as the waters cover the sea.

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SOS 01:01 The song of songs, which [is] Solomon's.

SOS 01:02 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy

love [is] better than wine.

SOS 01:03 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name

[is as] ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love

thee.

SOS 01:04 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought

me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we

will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

SOS 01:05 I [am] black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,

as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

SOS 01:06 Look not upon me, because I [am] black, because the

sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me;

they made me the keeper of the vineyards; [but] mine own

vineyard have I not kept.

SOS 01:07 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?

SOS 01:08 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.

SOS 01:09 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of

horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

SOS 01:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck

with chains [of gold].

SOS 01:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

SOS 01:12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard

sendeth forth the smell thereof.

SOS 01:13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he

shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

SOS 01:14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in

the vineyards of Engedi.

SOS 01:15 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]

fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.

SOS 01:16 Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:

also our bed [is] green.

SOS 01:17 The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters

of fir.

SOS 02:01 I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the

valleys.

SOS 02:02 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the

daughters.

SOS 02:03 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.

SOS 02:04 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner

over me [was] love.

SOS 02:05 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I

[am] sick of love.

SOS 02:06 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand

doth embrace me.

SOS 02:07 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.

SOS 02:08 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping

upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

SOS 02:09 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he

standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,

showing himself through the lattice.

SOS 02:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love,

my fair one, and come away.

SOS 02:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and]

gone;

SOS 02:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the

singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard

in our land;

SOS 02:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the

vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my

love, my fair one, and come away.

SOS 02:14 O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in

the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,

let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy

countenance [is] comely.

SOS 02:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the

vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.

SOS 02:16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among

the lilies.

SOS 02:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn,

my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the

mountains of Bether.

SOS 03:01 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I

sought him, but I found him not.

SOS 03:02 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets,

and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I

sought him, but I found him not.

SOS 03:03 The watchmen that go about the city found me: [to whom

I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

SOS 03:04 [It was] but a little that I passed from them, but I

found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him

go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the

chamber of her that conceived me.

SOS 03:05 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.

SOS 03:06 Who [is] this that cometh out of the wilderness like

pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all

powders of the merchant?

SOS 03:07 Behold his bed, which [is] Solomon's; threescore

valiant men [are] about it, of the valiant of Israel.

SOS 03:08 They all hold swords, [being] expert in war: every man

[hath] his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

SOS 03:09 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of

Lebanon.

SOS 03:10 He made the pillars thereof [of] silver, the bottom

thereof [of] gold, the covering of it [of] purple, the midst

thereof being paved [with] love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

SOS 03:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king

Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the

day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his

heart.

SOS 04:01 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]

fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as

a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

SOS 04:02 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even]

shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear

twins, and none [is] barren among them.

SOS 04:03 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy

speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a

pomegranate within thy locks.

SOS 04:04 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an

armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of

mighty men.

SOS 04:05 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are

twins, which feed among the lilies.

SOS 04:06 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will

get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

SOS 04:07 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in

thee.

SOS 04:08 Come with me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, with me from

Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and

Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

SOS 04:09 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, [my] spouse;

thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one

chain of thy neck.

SOS 04:10 How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much

better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments

than all spices!

SOS 04:11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb:

honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy

garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.

SOS 04:12 A garden enclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a

spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

SOS 04:13 Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with

pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

SOS 04:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all

trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief

spices:

SOS 04:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and

streams from Lebanon.

SOS 04:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon

my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my

beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.

SOS 05:01 I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I

have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb

with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends;

drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

SOS 05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my

beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my love,

my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my

locks with the drops of the night.

SOS 05:03 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have

washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

SOS 05:04 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door],

and my bowels were moved for him.

SOS 05:05 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped

[with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon

the handles of the lock.

SOS 05:06 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn

himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought

him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no

answer.

SOS 05:07 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they

smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my

veil from me.

SOS 05:08 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my

beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.

SOS 05:09 What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O

thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than

[another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

SOS 05:10 My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among

ten thousand.

SOS 05:11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are]

bushy, [and] black as a raven.

SOS 05:12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of

waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.

SOS 05:13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet

flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

SOS 05:14 His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl: his

belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.

SOS 05:15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets

of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent as the

cedars.

SOS 05:16 His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether

lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O

daughters of Jerusalem.

SOS 06:01 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among

women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him

with thee.

SOS 06:02 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds

of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

SOS 06:03 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine: he

feedeth among the lilies.

SOS 06:04 Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as

Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.

SOS 06:05 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome

me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

SOS 06:06 Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from

the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and [there is] not

one barren among them.

SOS 06:07 As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within

thy locks.

SOS 06:08 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

and virgins without number.

SOS 06:09 My dove, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the

[only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that

bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], the

queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

SOS 06:10 Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the morning, fair

as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army] with

banners?

SOS 06:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits

of the valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished, [and]

the pomegranates budded.

SOS 06:12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the

chariots of Amminadib.

SOS 06:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we

may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it

were the company of two armies.

SOS 07:01 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's

daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work

of the hands of a cunning workman.

SOS 07:02 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth

not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with

lilies.

SOS 07:03 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are]

twins.

SOS 07:04 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like]

the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose

[is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.

SOS 07:05 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair of

thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.

SOS 07:06 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for

delights!

SOS 07:07 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy

breasts to clusters [of grapes].

SOS 07:08 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take

hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as

clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;

SOS 07:09 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my

beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those

that are asleep to speak.

SOS 07:10 I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.

SOS 07:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let

us lodge in the villages.

SOS 07:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if

the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the

pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.

SOS 07:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are] all

manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up

for thee, O my beloved.

SOS 08:01 O that thou [wert] as my brother, that sucked the

breasts of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I would

kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

SOS 08:02 I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's

house, [who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of

spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

SOS 08:03 His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right

hand should embrace me.

SOS 08:04 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir

not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.

SOS 08:05 Who [is] this that cometh up from the wilderness,

leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree:

there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee

forth [that] bare thee.

SOS 08:06 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon

thine arm: for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] cruel as

the grave: the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which hath a]

most vehement flame.

SOS 08:07 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods

drown it: if [a] man would give all the substance of his house

for love, it would utterly be contemned.

SOS 08:08 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what

shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken

for?

SOS 08:09 If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of

silver: and if she [be] a door, we will enclose her with boards

of cedar.

SOS 08:10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I

in his eyes as one that found favour.

SOS 08:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the

vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to

bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

SOS 08:12 My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou, O

Solomon, [must have] a thousand, and those that keep the fruit

thereof two hundred.

SOS 08:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions

hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear [it].

SOS 08:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or

to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.