Song of Songs 1:3-12

³Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.

⁴Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.

⁵I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.

⁶Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.

⁷Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?

⁸If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.

⁹I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.

¹⁰Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

¹¹We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.

¹²While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.