1The song of songs, which is Solomon’s. 2Shulamite: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. 3Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; therefore the virgins love you. 4Draw me away! Daughters of Jerusalem: We will run after you. Shulamite: The king has brought me into his chambers. Daughters of Jerusalem: We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Shulamite: Rightly do they love you. 5I am black, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. 6Do not look upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept. 7To Her Beloved: Tell me, O you whom I love, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions? 8The Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the tents of the shepherds. 9I have compared you, my love, to my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots. 10Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with chains of gold. 11Daughters of Jerusalem: We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver. 12Shulamite: While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance. 13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, who lies between my breasts. 14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi. 15The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; with dove’s eyes! 16Shulamite: Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green. 17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.