King James VersionSong of Solomon1

Song of Solomon

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?
8 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 well­beloved 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.