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Song of Solomon 1:9 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed 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 the horses which Solomon had were brought out of Egypt; and the king's merchants received them in droves, each drove at a price.


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.


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


The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, And the vines are in blossom, They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.


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


Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil: Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gilead.


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


I was asleep, but my heart waked: 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, 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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