Song of Solomon 1

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 Because of the savour 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 betwixt my breasts.⋮

14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.⋮

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.⋮