The song of songs, which is Solomons.
Let him kisse mee with the kisses of his mouth: for thy Loue is better then wine.
Because of the sauour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment powred forth, therefore doe the virgins loue thee.
Draw me, we will runne after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and reioyce in thee, we wil remember thy loue more then wine: the vpright loue thee.
I am blacke, but comely, (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon.
Looke not vpon me because I am blacke, because the Sunne hath looked vpon me: my mothers children were angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine owne vineyard haue I not kept.
Tell me, (O thou whom my soule loueth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocke to rest at noone: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flockes of thy companions?
If thou know not (O thou fairest among women) goe thy way forth by the footsteps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes beside the shepheards tents.
I haue compared thee, O my loue, to a company of horses in Pharaohs chariots.
Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of iewels, thy necke with chaines of golde.
Wee will make thee borders of golde, with studdes of siluer.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth foorth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrhe is my welbeloued vnto me;
he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloued is vnto me, as a cluster of Camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes.
Behold, thou art faire, my beloued;
yea pleasant: also our bedde is greene.
The beames of our house are Cedar, and our rafters of firre.