[1] The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
[2] “May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine.
[3] Your oils have a pleasing fragrance, Your name is like purified oil; Therefore the maidens love you.
[4] Draw me after you and let us run together! The king has brought me into his chambers.” “We will rejoice in you and be glad; We will extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.”
[5] “I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.
[6] Do not stare at me because I am swarthy, For the sun has burned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
[7] Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock, Where do you make it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?”
[8] “If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go forth on the trail of the flock And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.
[9] To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
[10] Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with strings of beads.”
[11] “We will make for you ornaments of gold With beads of silver.”
[12] “While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.
[13] My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.
[14] My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.”
[15] “How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.”
[16] “How handsome you are, my beloved, And so pleasant! Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!
[17] The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters, cypresses.”