The Song of Solomon
The song of songs, which is Solomon' s
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee; the king has 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 black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as 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.
Tell me, O thou who my soul loveth, 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 thou no not, O fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of thy flock, and feed thy kids besides the shepherd's tents.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the king sitteth at his table my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breast.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold thou art fair; thou hast doves eyes.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea pleasant: also our bed is green,
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.