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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_01_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_01_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69fbdd3 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_023_SNG_01_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +The Song of Solomon. +Chapter 1. +The song of Songs, which is Solomon's. +Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine. +Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love. +Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers. +I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. +Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept. +Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends? +If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers. +I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages. +Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels. +We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver. +While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume. +As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts. +My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi. +See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove. +See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green. +Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees. |