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.

¹ The Song of Songs, that `is' Solomon's.

^{2 Ref} Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.

^{3 Ref} For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

^{4 Ref} Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

^{5 Ref} Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

^{6 Ref} Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.

^{7 Ref} Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

^{8 Ref} If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

^{9 Ref} To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

^{10 Ref} Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

^{11 Ref} Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

^{12 Ref} While the king `is' in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

^{13 Ref} A bundle of myrrh `is' my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

^{14 Ref} A cluster of cypress `is' my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

^{15 Ref} Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

^{16 Ref} Lo, thou `art' fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch `is' green,

^{17 Ref} The beams of our houses `are' cedars, Our rafters `are' firs, I `am' a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!

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.