Song Of Solomon 1

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

Kiss me and kiss me again,
    for your love is sweeter than wine.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

How pleasing is your fragrance;
    your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils.
    No wonder all the young women love you!

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.

Take me with you; come, let’s run!
    The king has brought me into his bedroom.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

I am dark but beautiful,
    O women of Jerusalem—
dark as the tents of Kedar,
    dark as the curtains of Solomon’s tents.

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.

Don’t stare at me because I am dark—
    the sun has darkened my skin.
My brothers were angry with me;
    they forced me to care for their vineyards,
    so I couldn’t care for myself—my own vineyard.

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?

Tell me, my love, where are you leading your flock today?
    Where will you rest your sheep at noon?
For why should I wander like a prostitute^[b]
    among your friends and their flocks?

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.

If you don’t know, O most beautiful woman,
    follow the trail of my flock,
    and graze your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

You are as exciting, my darling,
    as a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions.

Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

How lovely are your cheeks;
    your earrings set them afire!
How lovely is your neck,
    enhanced by a string of jewels.

We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

We will make for you earrings of gold
    and beads of silver.

While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

The king is lying on his couch,
    enchanted by the fragrance of my perfume.

A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh
    lying between my breasts.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms
    from the vineyards of En-gedi.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

How beautiful you are, my darling,
    how beautiful!
    Your eyes are like doves.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

You are so handsome, my love,
    pleasing beyond words!
The soft grass is our bed;

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

    fragrant cedar branches are the beams of our house,
    and pleasant smelling firs are the rafters.