1 The song of songs, which Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name ointment 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 remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
5 I black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by 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 company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows , thy neck with chains .
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved unto me a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou fair, my love; behold, thou fair; thou doves' eyes.
16 Behold, thou fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed green.
17 The beams of our house cedar, our rafters of fir.