The Song of Songs
Chapter 1
The song of songs which is Solomon's.
Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your loves [are] better than wine.
For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is [as] ointment poured out; on account of this the virgins love You.
Draw me; we will run after You. The King has brought me [into] His chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in You; we will remember Your loves more than wine; the upright love You.
I [am] black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not look at me, that I [am] black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; [but] my own vineyard I have not kept.
Tell me, [You] whom my soul loves, where do You feed; where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?
If you yourself do not know, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock. And feed your kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
O My love, I have compared you to My mares in Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks [are] lovely with ornaments, your neck with chains [of beads].
We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.
While the King is in His circle, my spikenard gives its fragrance.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my Beloved to me. [He] shall lie between my breasts.
My Beloved [is] to me [like] a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, you [are] beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes as doves'.
Behold, you [are] beautiful, my Beloved; yea, pleasant. Also our couch [is] green.
The beams of our house [are] cedars; our rafters are of firs.
