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. 3 Because
of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee. 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. 5 I
am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar,
as the curtains of Solomon. 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. 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?
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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. 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. 13 A bundle
of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. 14 My
beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. 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. 17 The
beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.