| Chapter 1 |
1 | The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
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2 | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
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3 | Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
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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.
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5 | I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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9 | I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
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10 | Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
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11 | We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
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12 | While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
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13 | My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
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14 | My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
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15 | Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves.
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16 | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
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17 | The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.
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