2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is fragrant oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
4Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms.
We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.
5I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like Solomon’s curtains.
6Do not stare at me because I am darkish, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons burned in anger about me. They made me a keeper of the vineyards. But my vineyard—the one that was mine—I have not kept.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; lest I become as one who covers herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with looped earrings, and your neck with strings of beads.
11We will make ornaments of gold for you studded with silver.
12While the king was reclining upon his dining-couch, my nard spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.