1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. VP
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine. VP
3 Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee. VP
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. They love thee uprightly. VP
5 I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. VP
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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept. VP
7 Tell me, 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 veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions? VP
8 If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths. VP
9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. VP
10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains. VP
11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver. VP
12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance. VP
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts. VP
14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi. VP
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves. VP
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green. VP
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses. VP