1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

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

<>thy love is better than wine

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

<>Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, <>thy good ointments thy name is as ointment, <>thy name is as ointment

4 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: the upright love thee.

<>Draw me, <>upright

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

<>tents

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

<>Look not upon me, because I am black, <>my mother's children were angry with me, <>children

7 Tell 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?

<>why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

8 If 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.

<>O thou fairest among women

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

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

11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

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

<>v. 12, <>spikenard

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

<>myrrh

14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.

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

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

<>our bed is green

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

<>The beams of our house are cedar