1 The Song of Songs, [1] which is for [2] Solomon.
2 May [3] you kiss me [4] passionately with your lips, [5] for your love is better than wine. [6]
3 As fragrance, your perfumes [7] are delightful; [8] your name is poured out perfume; [9] therefore young women love you.
4 Draw me after you, let us run! May the king bring me into his chambers! [10] Let us be joyful and let us rejoice in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!
5 I am black but beautiful, [11] O maidens of Jerusalem, [12] like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am black, [13] because the sun has stared at me. The sons of my mother were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own “vineyard” [14] I did not keep.
7 Tell me, you whom my heart [15] loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? For why should I be like [16] one who is veiled [17] beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow the tracks [18] of the flock, and pasture your little lambs [19] beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 To a mare [20] among the chariots [21] of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make ornaments of gold for you with studs [22] of silver.
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a pouch [23] of myrrh, he spends the night [24] between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved. Look! You are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch is verdant; [25]
17 the beams of our house are cedar; our rafter is cypress.