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Song of Solomon 1:9 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in 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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Song of Solomon 1:9
13 Tagairtí Cros  

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


And Solomon had horses brought out of Egypt, and linen yarn: the king's merchants received the linen yarn at a price.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.


My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.


the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.


As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gil´e-ad.


Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.


I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.


Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.


Woe to them that go down to Egypt for help; and stay on horses, and trust in chariots, because they are many; and in horsemen, because they are very strong; but they look not unto the Holy One of Israel, neither seek the Lord!


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