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I will praise thee, for I am fearefully and wonderously made: marueilous are thy workes, and my soule knoweth it well.

If I should count them, they are moe then the sand: when I wake, I am still with thee.

Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destroy all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.

I haue counsell and wisedome: I am vnderstanding, and I haue strength.

Who can say, I haue made mine heart cleane, I am cleane from my sinne?

So dealeth the deceitfull man with his friend and sayth, Am not I in sport?

Surely I am more foolish then any man, and haue not the vnderstanding of a man in me.

I thought in mine heart, and said, Behold, I am become great, and excell in wisdome all them that haue bene before me in Ierusalem: and mine heart hath seene much wisedome and knowledge.

I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.

Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.

I am the rose of the fielde, and the lilie of the valleys.

Stay me with flagons, and comfort me with apples: for I am sicke of loue.

My welbeloued is mine, and I am his: hee feedeth among the lilies,

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I gathered my myrrhe with my spice: I ate mine hony combe with mine hony, I dranke my wine with my milke: eate, O friends, drinke, and make you mery, O welbeloued.

I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, if you finde my welbeloued, that you tell him that I am sicke of loue.

I am my welbeloueds, and my welbeloued is mine, who feedeth among the lilies.

I am my welbeloueds, and his desire is toward mee.

I am a wall, and my breasts are as towres: then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.

What haue I to doe with the multitude of your sacrifices, sayth the Lorde? I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, & of the fat of fed beasts: and I desire not the blood of bullocks, nor of lambs, nor of goates.