[2] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
[3] Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
[4] Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
[5] I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
[6] Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
[7] Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions? ¶
[8] If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
[9] I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
[10] Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
[11] We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver. ¶
[12] While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
[13] A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
[14] My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
[15] Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
[16] Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
[17] The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
