1 *The asong bof songs, which is Solomon’s.

2  Let him kiss me with cthe kisses of his mouth:

For d†thy love is better than wine.

3  Because of the savour of thy good ointments

Thy ename is as ointment poured forth,

Therefore do the virgins love thee.

4  fDraw me, gwe will run after thee:

hThe king hath brought me into his ichambers:

jWe will be glad and rejoice in thee,

We will remember dthy love more than wine:

||The upright love thee.

5  I am black, but kcomely, lO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

As mthe tents of nKedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

6  Look not upon me, because I am black,

Because the sun hath olooked upon me:

My mother’s children were angry with me;

They made me pthe keeper of the vineyards;

But qmine own vineyard have I not kept.

7  Tell me, O thou qqwhom my soul loveth,

Where thou feedest, where thou makest rthy flock to rest at noon:

For why should I be ||as one that turneth aside by the flocks of sthy companions?

8  If thou know not, tO 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, uO my love,

To a company of xhorses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10  yThy cheeks are comely with zrows of jewels,

Thy neck with chains of gold.

11  We will make thee zborders of gold

With studs of silver.

12  While athe king sitteth at his table,

My bspikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

13  A bundle of cmyrrh is my wellbeloved unto me;

He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

14  My beloved is unto me as a dcluster of ||camphire

In the vineyards of eEn-gedi.

15  fBehold, thou art fair, ||my love; behold, thou art fair;

fgThou hast doves’ eyes.

16  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:

Also our bed is green.

17  The hbeams of iour house are jcedar,

And our ||rafters of jfir.