1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,
for your love is better than wine.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
Your name is fragrant oil poured out,
therefore the virgins love you.
4 Take me away with you. Let us 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.
5 I am dark but lovely,
you daughters of Jerusalem,
like the tents of Kedar, like Solomon’s curtains.
6 Do 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.
7 Tell 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?
8 If you do not know,
O most beautiful among women,
follow the tracks of the sheep.
Graze your young goats
near the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare you, my darling,
to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with looped earrings,
and your neck with strings of beads.
11 We will make ornaments of gold for you
studded with silver.
12 While the king was reclining upon his dining-couch,
my nard spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh
that lies all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my darling.
Behold, you are beautiful.
Your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you are handsome, my lover.
O how pleasant,
Indeed, lush foliage is our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars.
Our rafters are firs.