1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Your ointments have a sweet smell. Your name is like ointment poured out. That is why the young women love you.
4Take me with you; we will run after you. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. The upright love you.
5I am black, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked on me. My mother's children were angry with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. Why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, most beautiful among women, go out and follow the tracks of the flock. Feed your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9My love, I have compared you to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends out its smell.
13My well-beloved is to me like a bundle of myrrh; he will lie all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me like a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Look, you are beautiful, my love; look, you are beautiful; you have doves' eyes.
16Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Our bed too is green.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are fir.