1 The song of songs, which [is] of Solomon.
2 Oh! if he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! for thy love [is] better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments (ointment poured forth [is] thy name), therefore have the virgins loved thee.
4 Draw me after thee, we will run. The king has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy love more than the wine; the upright love thee.
5 I [am] dark, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, more desirable as the booths of Kedar as the tents of Solomon.
6 Do not look upon me because I [am] dark because the sun has looked upon me; my mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, [but] I have not kept my own vineyard.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou dost feed, where thou dost make [thy flock] to rest at noon; for why did I have to be as a wanderer after the flocks of thy companions?
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go forth, following the footprints of the flock and feed thy little female goats beside the booths of the shepherds.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a mare of the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful between the earrings, thy neck between the necklaces.
11 We will make thee earrings of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [was] on his couch, my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me [that] rests between my breasts.
14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire 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, O my beloved, and pleasant; also our bed [has] flowers.
17 The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.: