Song of Songs Chapter 1

1Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

2Because of the savor of thy good ointments, thy name is as an ointment poured out: therefore the virgins love thee.

3Draw me: we will run after thee: the King hath brought me into his chambers: we will rejoice and be glad in thee: we will remember thy love more than wine: the righteous do love thee.

4I am black, O daughters of Jerusalem, but comely, as the tents of Kedar, and as the curtains of Solomon.

5Regard ye me not because I am black: for the sun hath looked upon me. The sons of my mother were angry against me: they made me the keeper of the vines: but I kept not mine own vine.

6Show me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noon: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the stocks of thy companions?

7If thou know not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee forth by the steps of the flock, and feed thy kids by the tents of the shepherds.

8I have compared thee, O my love, to the troupe of horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

9Thy cheeks are comely with rows of stones, and thy neck with chains.

10We will make thee borders of gold with floods of silver.

11While the King was at his repast, my spikenard gave the smell thereof.

12My well-beloved is as a bundle of myrrh unto me: he shall lie between my breasts.

13My well-beloved is as a cluster of camphire unto me in the vines of En Gedi.

14My love, behold, thou art fair: behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are like the doves.

15My well-beloved, behold, thou art fair, and pleasant: also our bed is green.

16The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are of fir.