Song of Songs 1

1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, For your love is better than wine,

3And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices. Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore, the young maidens love you. They draw you.

4We will run after you For the smell of your ointments.

5I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

6Do not look at me because I am black, For the sun gave me a tan. The sons of my mother fought with me And made me keeper in the vineyards. But I have not kept my own vineyard.

7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where you shepherd your flock, Where you rest them at noonday; Lest I become as one Who encompasses herself With the herds of your companions.

8If you do not know yourself, Fairest among women, Go forth on the heels of the flocks, And tend your young goats by the shepherds' tents.

9I have likened you, my beloved, To my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

10Your cheeks are as beautiful as turtledoves, Your neck as a small necklace.

11We will make for you figures of gold With studs of silver.

12While the king was at the table, My spikenard gave forth its smell.

13My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh; He shall take rest in between my breasts.

14To me, my beloved is a cluster of grapes from Cyprus In the vineyards of En Gedi.

15Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved; Behold, you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves.

16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, And indeed lovely; Our bed is shaded.

17The beams of our houses are cedars; Our ceilings are cypress wood.