Verse 11
Song of Songs 1:11
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My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
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Chapter 1 Context
1
Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
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2
I love the way you smell from the perfumed oils you use. You have quite a reputation—it spreads like...
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3
Take me by the hand—let's run! (The king has brought me to his bedroom.) Let's be happy together and...
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4
I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solo...
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5
Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with...
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6
My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why sh...
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7
If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of...
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8
My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
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9
Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
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10
As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
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11
My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
12
Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
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13
And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
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14
with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
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