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.