1 T he song of songs, which is Solomon's.

The Song of Songs, that Solomon's.

2 L et him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better thy loves than wine.

3 B ecause of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

For fragrance thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

4 D raw 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: the upright love thee.

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Dark I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

6 L ook 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

Fear me not, because I very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.

7 T ell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

8 I f thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

10 T hy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

11 W e will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

12 W hile the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

While the king in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

14 M y beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

A cluster of cypress my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

15 B ehold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Lo, thou fair, my friend, Lo, thou fair, thine eyes doves!

16 B ehold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

Lo, thou fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch green,

17 T he beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

The beams of our houses cedars, Our rafters firs, I a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!