Song of Songs 1:1-7

¹Here beginneth the Song of Songs.

²Kiss he me with the kiss of his mouth. For thy loves be better than wine,

³and give odour with best oint-ments. Thy name is like oil shed or poured out; therefore the young damsels loved thee.

⁴Draw thou me after thee; we shall run. The king led me into his cellars; we mindful of thy loves above wine, shall make full out joy, and we shall be glad in thee; rightful men love thee.

⁵Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I am black, but fair, as the tabernacles of Kedar, as the skins of Solomon.

⁶Do not ye behold me, that I am black, for the sun hath discoloured me; the sons of my mother fought against me, they set me a keeper in vineries; I kept not my vinery.

⁷Thou spouse, whom my soul loveth, show to me, where thou pasturest, where thou restest in mid-day; lest I begin to wander, after the flocks of thy fellows.