Song of Solomon 1:1-17
1 The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 [She.] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [They.] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out is thy name, For this cause virgins love thee.
4 [She.] Draw me! [They.] After thee will we run! [She.] The king hath brought me into his chambers. [They.] We will exult and rejoice in thee, We will mention thy caresses beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 [She.] Swarthy I am but comely, Ye daughters of Jerusalem. [They.] Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
6 [She.] Do not look on me, Because I am so swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me,—My mother’s sons were angry with me, They set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard have I not kept . . .
7 Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her by the flocks of thy companions?
8 [He.] If thou know not of thyself, Most beautiful among women! Get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, And pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds . . .
9 To a mare of mine in the chariots of Pharaoh Have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Comely are Thy cheeks with bead-rows, Thy neck with strings of gems.
11 [They.] Rows of golden ornaments will we make thee, With studs of silver.
12 [She.] By the time the king is in his circle My nard will have given out its fragrance:
13 A bag of myrrh is my beloved to me, Between my breasts shall it tarry the night!
14 A cluster of henna is my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 [He.] Lo! thou art beautiful, my fair one, Lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes [are] doves!
16 [She.] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [Both.] Yea! our couch is covered with leaves:
17 The beams of our house are cedars, Our fretted ceiling is cypress-trees.