(1) The Song of Songs, by Solomon.
(2) Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, For your love is better than wine.
(3) The scent of your oils is delightful, and your name is like a fine oil — so all the maidens love you.
(4) Draw me after you, let us run!
The king has brought me into his chambers.
Let us delight and rejoice in your love, Savoring it more than wine— they love you like the finest wine!
(5) I am dark and lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem—
Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
(6) Don’t stare at me because I am swarthy, Because the sun has gazed upon me.
My mother’s sons quarreled with me, they made me guard the vineyards; But my own vineyard I did not guard.
(7) Tell me, you whom I love so well; Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at noon? Why should I be like one of those who hangs around the your friends flocks?
(8) If you do not know, O fairest of women, Go follow the tracks of the sheep, And graze your little goats by the shepherd's tents.
(9) I have likened you, my darling, To a mare in Pharaoh’s chariots:
(10) Your cheeks are lovely with plaited wreaths, Your neck with strings of jewels.
(11) We will add wreaths of gold To your spangles of silver.
(12) While the king was on his couch,
My honeysuckle gave forth its fragrance.
(13) My beloved to me is a bag of myrrh Lodged between my breasts.
(14) My beloved to me is a spray of henna blooms From the vineyards of En-gedi.
(15) Ah, you are fair, my darling, Ah, you are beautiful, With your dove-like eyes!
(16) And you, my beloved, are beautiful, Lovely indeed! And our couch is so refreshing;
(17) Cedars are the beams of our house, Cypresses the rafters.