Song of Solomon 1:1-12

¹The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

²Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

³Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.

⁴Draw 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. They love thee uprightly.

⁵I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Look 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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.

⁷Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

⁹I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

¹¹We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

¹²While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.