The Song of songs which [is] Solomon’s.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
Thine ointments have sweet fragrance;{HR}Thy name [is] ointment poured forth:{HR}Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Draw me: we will run after thee{HR}(The king hath brought me into his chamber);{HR}We will be glad and rejoice in thee;{HR}We will make mention of thy love more than of wine.{HR}Upright ones love thee.
I [am] black but comely, O daughter of Jerusalem,{HR}As the tents of Kedar,{HR}As the curtains of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I [am] black,{HR}Because the sun hath looked upon (scorched) me.{HR}My mother’s sons were angry with me;{HR}They made me keeper of the vineyards:{HR}Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth,{HR}Where thou feedest [thy flock],{HR}Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon;{HR}For why should I be as one veiled (wandering){HR}Beside the flocks of thy companions?
If thou know not, thou fairest among women,{HR}Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,{HR}And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
I have compared thee, my love (friend),{HR}To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Thy cheeks [are] comely with plaits,{HR}Thy neck with jewel chains.
We will make thee plaits of gold{HR}With studs of silver.
While the king is at his table,{HR}My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
My beloved [is] unto me a bundle of myrrh{HR}That lieth between my breasts.
My beloved [is] unto me a cluster of henna-flowers{HR}In the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou [art] fair, my love;{HR}Behold, thou [art] fair:{HR}Thine eyes [are as] doves’.
Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea pleasant:{HR}Also our couch [is] green.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars,{HR}Our rafters firs.