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] oil poured out; therefore 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 love 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 on 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 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 know not, most beautiful among women, go in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
O My love, I have compared you to My mares among Pharaoh's chariots.
Your cheeks [are] beautiful with ornaments, your neck with chains.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the King is in His circle, my spikenard gives its smell.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my Beloved to me. [He] shall lie all night 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; you [have] doves' eyes.
Behold, you [are] beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed [is] green.
The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters are of fir.
