The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Take me away with you—let us run! The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.

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.

I am dark but lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.

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.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

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?

If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats near the shepherds' tents.

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.

I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

We will make you ornaments of gold studded with silver.

We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, truly delightful. Our bed is lush and green.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are cypress trees.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.