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I will give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: Wonderful are thy works; And that my soul knoweth right well.

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: When I awake, I am still with thee.

Do not I hate them, O Jehovah, that hate thee? And am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

And in thy lovingkindness cut off mine enemies, And destroy all them that afflict my soul; For I am thy servant.

Counsel is mine, and sound knowledge: I am understanding; I have might.

Who can say, I have made my heart clean, I am pure from my sin?

So is the man that deceiveth his neighbor, And saith, Am not I in sport?

Surely I am more brutish than any man, And have not the understanding of a man;

I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

Stay ye me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love.

My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: He feedeth his flock among the lilies.

I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me.

I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace.

Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth; they are a trouble unto me; I am weary of bearing them.