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
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.