1 T he Song of Songs, that Solomon's.

The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

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

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

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

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

4 D raw 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!

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

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

6 F ear 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.

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 D eclare 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?

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

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

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

10 C omely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

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

11 G arlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

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

12 W hile the king in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

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

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

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

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

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

15 L o, thou fair, my friend, Lo, thou fair, thine eyes doves!

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

16 L o, thou fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch green,

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

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

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