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. |