Song of Solomon 1:2-11

²Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.

³Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.

⁴I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.

⁵Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.

⁶Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?

⁷If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.

⁸I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.

⁹Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.

¹⁰We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.

¹¹Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.