Song of Solomon

The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine😚😉.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments😉 thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
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.
I am black, but comely😩, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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.
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😖😓?
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.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely😉 with rows of jewels💎💎💎, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table🙇, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night👉👌 betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green😕.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters😛.
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😋😉😆.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples🍎🍎: for I am sick of love😒😓.
6 ✋His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me🖐.
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😩.
The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains✈, skipping upon the hills🚌.
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😁.
10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away😉.
11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone☔;
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😐;
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.
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.
15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes🍇🍆.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies🍑😉.
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❤💕💖.

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