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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 Because of the savor of thy good ointments, thy name is as 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 am 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 am black, because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock 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 of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.”

¹¹ “We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.”

¹² “While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

¹⁴ My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi.”

¹⁵ “Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.”

¹⁶ “Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is green.

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