1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is
better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 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.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the
tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 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.
7 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?
8 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.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in
Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with
chains of gold.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth
forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all
night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the
vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou
hast doves' eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed
is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
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