1 The song of songs, which is Solomon'.

2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.

3 Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

5 I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

6 Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother' children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

8 If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds'tents.

9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh' chariots.

10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.

12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.

13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves'eyes.

16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.

17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;

For thy love is better than wine.

3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;

Thy name is as oil poured forth;

Therefore do the virgins love thee.

4 Draw me; we will run after thee:

The king hath brought me into his chambers;

We will be glad and rejoice in thee;

We will make mention of thy love more than of wine:

Rightly do they love thee.

5 I am black, but comely,

Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem,

As the tents of Kedar,

As the curtains of Solomon.

6 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.

7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,

Where thou feedest thy flock,

Where thou makest it to rest at noon:

For why should I be as one that is veiled

Beside the flocks of thy companions?

8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,

Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,

And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

9 I have compared thee, O my love,

To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair,

Thy neck with strings of jewels.

11 We will make thee plaits of gold

With studs of silver.

12 While the king sat at his table,

My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

13 My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh,

That lieth betwixt my breasts.

14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers

In the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 Behold, thou art fair, my love;

Behold thou art fair;

Thine eyes are as doves.

16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:

Also our couch is green.

17 The beams of our house are cedars,

And our rafters are firs.