The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.

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

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

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

The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore 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.

Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.

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

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

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.

Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.

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?

Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

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.

If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.

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

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

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

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

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

We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.

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

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

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

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

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.

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

How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

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

How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.

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

The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.