¹ The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.

^{2 Ref} Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

^{3 Ref} Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is `as' oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

^{4 Ref} 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 make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.

^{5 Ref} I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

^{6 Ref} Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; `But' mine own vineyard have I not kept.

^{7 Ref} Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest `thy flock', Where thou makest `it' to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

^{8 Ref} 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 Ref} I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

^{10 Ref} Thy cheeks are comely with plaits `of hair', Thy neck with strings of jewels.

^{11 Ref} We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.

^{12 Ref} While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

^{13 Ref} My beloved is unto me `as' a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

^{14 Ref} My beloved is unto me `as' a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.

^{15 Ref} Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as' doves.

^{16 Ref} Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

^{17 Ref} The beams of our house are cedars, `And' our rafters are firs.

¹ The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

^{2 Ref} Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.

^{3 Ref} Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.

^{4 Ref} Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

^{5 Ref} I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

^{6 Ref} Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.

^{7 Ref} Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

^{8 Ref} If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

^{9 Ref} I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.

^{10 Ref} Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.

^{11 Ref} We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.

^{12 Ref} While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.

^{13 Ref} As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

^{14 Ref} My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.

^{15 Ref} See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.

^{16 Ref} See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.

^{17 Ref} Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.