1 T he song of songs which is Solomon’s.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

2 L et him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine!

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

3 T he odor of your ointments is fragrant; your name is like perfume poured out. Therefore do the maidens love you.

Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.

4 D raw me! We will run after you! The king brings me into his apartments! We will be glad and rejoice in you! We will recall your love, more fragrant than wine. The upright 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. They love thee uprightly.

5 I am so black; but lovely and pleasant. O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon!

I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

6 d o not look at me, I am swarthy. in the sun and it has left its mark upon me. My stepbrothers were angry with me, and they made me keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept.

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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.

7 T ell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon. For why should I be as a veiled one straying beside the flocks of your companions?

Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

8 I f you do not know, O you fairest among women, run along, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasturing your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

9 O my love, you remind me of my mare in the chariot spans of Pharaoh.

I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

10 Y our cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

11 W e will make for you chains and ornaments of gold, studded with silver.

We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

12 W hile the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth fragrance.

While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

13 M y beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that lies in my bosom.

A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

14 M y beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.

My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.

15 B ehold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have doves’ eyes.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

16 B ehold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.

17 T he beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters and panels are cypresses or pines.

The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.