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Song of Solomon 1:9 - Revised Standard Version

9 I compare you, my love, to a mare of 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
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And there went up with him both chariots and horsemen; it was a very great company.


And Solomon's import of horses was from Egypt and Kue, and the king's traders received them from Kue at a price.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.


My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away;


The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.


As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens.


Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.


You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.


I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.”


You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.


Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and rely on horses, who trust in chariots because they are many and in horsemen because they are very strong, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel or consult the Lord!


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