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Take me with you; let’s run together.
    The king takes me into his rooms.

Friends Speak to the Man

We will rejoice and be happy with you;
    we praise your love more than wine.
    With good reason, the young women love you.

The Woman Speaks

I’m dark but lovely,
    women of Jerusalem,
    dark like the tents of Kedar,
    like the curtains of Solomon.
Don’t look at how dark I am,
    at how dark the sun has made me.
My brothers were angry with me
    and made me tend the vineyards,
    so I haven’t tended my own vineyard!

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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.

Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

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