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Song of Solomon 1:9 - The Scriptures 2009

9 I have compared you, my love, To my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 O my love [he said as he saw her], you remind me of my [favorite] mare in the chariot spans of Pharaoh.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

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Common English Bible

9 I picture you, my dearest, as a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.

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Song of Solomon 1:9
13 Cross References  

And there went up with him both chariots and horsemen, and it was a very great company.


And Shelomoh had horses brought out from Mitsrayim and Quĕh; the sovereign’s merchants bought them in Quĕh at a price.


See, you are beautiful, my love! See, you are beautiful! Your eyes are as doves.


My beloved responded and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.


“The fig tree has ripened her figs, And the vines with the tender grapes have given a good fragrance. Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away!


Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.


See, you are beautiful, my love! See, you are beautiful! Your eyes are as doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, Going down from Mount Gil‛aḏ.


You are all beautiful, my love, and not a blemish is on you.


I was sleeping, But my heart was awake – the voice of my beloved! He knocks, “Open for me, my sister, My love, my dove, my perfect one; For my head is drenched with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.”


O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirtsah, Lovely as Yerushalayim, Awesome as an army with banners!


Woe to those who go down to Mitsrayim for help, and rely on horses, who trust in chariots because they are many, and in horsemen because they are very strong, but who do not look to the Set-apart One of Yisra’ĕl, nor seek יהוה!


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