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. 3Your oils have a goodly fragrance; Your name is oil poured forth; Therefore the young women love you. 4Draw me; we will run after you: The king has brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in you; We will make mention of your love more than of wine: Rightly they love you. 5I am black, but comely, Oh you{+} daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. 6Don't look on me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] my own vineyard I have not kept. 7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where you shepherd [your flock], Where you make [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your fellow shepherds? 8If you don't know, O you most beautiful among women, Go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And shepherd your young goats beside the shepherds' tents. 9I have compared you, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. 10Your cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Your neck with strings of jewels. 11We will make you plaits of gold With studs of silver. 12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. 13My beloved is to me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lies between my breasts. 14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi. 15Look, you are beautiful, my love; Look you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves. 16Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant: Also our couch is green. 17The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.