Song of Solomon 1:4-14

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: The upright love thee.

⁵I am black, but comely, O ye 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 the 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 turneth aside by 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 company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, Thy neck with chains of gold.

¹¹We will make thee borders of gold With studs of silver.

¹²While the king sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

¹³A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

¹⁴My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire In the vineyards of En-gedi.