Song of Solomon 1:2-11

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

³Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens 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 find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.

⁵'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'

⁷Tell 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 veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?

⁸If 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.

⁹I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.

¹¹We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.