1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine.
3Your oils have a goodly fragrance; Your name is like oil poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.
4Draw me; we will run after you: The king has brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in you; We will make mention of your love more than of wine: Rightly they love you.
5I am black, but lovely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not look upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But my own vineyard I have not kept.
7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where you feed your flock, Where you make it rest at noon: For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O you fair among women, Go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9I have compared you, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with plaits of hair, Your neck with strings of jewels.
11We will make you plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me as a bundle of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; Behold, you are fair; Your eyes are like doves.
16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
17The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.