Song of Solomon 1

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. {thy...: Heb. thy loves} 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. {the upright...: or, they love thee uprightly} 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? {as one...: or, as one that is veiled} 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. {camphire: or, cypress} 15 Behold, thou {art} fair, my love; behold, thou {art} fair; thou {hast} doves' eyes. {my love: or, my companion} 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. {rafters: or, galleries}