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Because of the savor of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the virgins love thee.

Draw me, we will run after thee. The king hath brought me into his chambers.” “We will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy love more than wine; the upright love thee.”

“I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

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