Verse 12
Song of Songs 1:12
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
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A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
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Chapter 1 Context
1
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
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2
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have lo...
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3
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his sto...
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4
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Sol...
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5
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother ha...
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6
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begi...
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7
If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks,...
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8
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
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9
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.
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10
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
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11
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
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12
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
13
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
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14
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
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15
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
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16
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
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