- The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
- Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
For thy love is better than wine.
- Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;
Thy name is [as] oil poured forth;
Therefore do the virgins love thee.
- 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.
- I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
- Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
- We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
- While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
- My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
- My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
- Behold, thou art fair, my love;
Behold thou art fair;
Thine eyes are [as] doves.
- Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
- The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.