Chapter 1

The song of songs, which [is] Solomon's.

Let him kiss⁴ me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love [is] better than wine.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name [is as] ointment poured forth,⁹³ therefore do the virgins love¹ thee.

Draw³ me, we will run⁴ after thee: the king hath brought⁵² me into his chambers: we will be glad⁴ and rejoice⁴ in thee, we will remember⁵⁵ thy love more than wine: the upright love¹ thee.

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

Look⁴ not upon me, because I [am] black, because the sun hath looked¹ upon me: my mother's children were angry⁸ with me; they made¹ me the keeper⁶ of the vineyards; [but] mine own vineyard have I not kept.¹

Tell⁵⁴ me, O thou whom my soul loveth,¹ where thou feedest,⁴ where thou makest [thy flock] to rest⁵⁵ at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside⁶ by the flocks of thy companions?

If thou know⁴ not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth³ by the footsteps of the flock, and feed³ thy kids beside the shepherds'⁶ tents.

I have compared¹⁴ thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Thy cheeks are comely⁴³ with rows [of jewels], thy neck with chains [of gold].

We will make⁴ thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth¹ the smell thereof.

A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night⁴ betwixt my breasts.

My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

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

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

The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters ⁷³⁵¹ of fir.