Ozzuu Bible
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Because of the savor of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the damsels love you.
4
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we shall commemorate your affections more than wine: the yashariym love you.
5
I am black, and comely, O ye daughters of Yerushalayim, as the tents of Qedar, as the shoots of Shalomah.
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It must not be you staring at me because I am black, because I am tanned from the sun: my mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; vineyards which were not my own.
7
Tell you, O soul of mine whom she loves, where you feed, where are you reclining at noon? why should I become as one being muffled by the droves of your partners?
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If you know not, the lovely one among women, go your way by the footsteps of the flock, and graze your kids beside the shepherds' tents.