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

^{3 Ref} Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment 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 remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

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

^{6 Ref} 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 Ref} 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 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 company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

^{10 Ref} Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

^{11 Ref} We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

^{12 Ref} While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

^{13 Ref} A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

^{14 Ref} My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

^{15 Ref} Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

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

^{17 Ref} The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.