The Song of Songs 1:11-17

We will make
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thee borders
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of gold
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with studs
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of silver
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While the king
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[sitteth] at his table
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my spikenard
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sendeth forth
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the smell
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thereof.

A bundle
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of myrrh
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[is] my wellbeloved
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unto me; he shall lie
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all night betwixt my breasts
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My beloved
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[is] unto me [as] a cluster
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of camphire
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in the vineyards
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of Engedi
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{camphire: or, cypress}

Behold, thou [art] fair
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my love
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behold, thou [art] fair
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thou [hast] doves
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eyes
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{my love: or, my companion}

Behold, thou [art] fair
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my beloved
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yea, pleasant
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also our bed
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[is] green
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The beams
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of our house
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[are] cedar
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[and] our rafters
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of fir
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{rafters: or, galleries}