1 *The asong bof songs, which is Solomon’s.

2  Let him kiss me with cthe kisses of his mouth:

For d†thy love is better than wine.

3  Because of the savour of thy good ointments

Thy ename is as ointment poured forth,

Therefore do the virgins love thee.

4  fDraw me, gwe will run after thee:

hThe king hath brought me into his ichambers:

jWe will be glad and rejoice in thee,

We will remember dthy love more than wine:

||The upright love thee.

5  I am black, but kcomely, lO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

As mthe tents of nKedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

6  Look not upon me, because I am black,

Because the sun hath olooked upon me:

My mother’s children were angry with me;

They made me pthe keeper of the vineyards;

But qmine own vineyard have I not kept.

7  Tell me, O thou qqwhom my soul loveth,

Where thou feedest, where thou makest rthy flock to rest at noon:

For why should I be ||as one that turneth aside by the flocks of sthy companions?

8  If thou know not, tO thou fairest among women,

Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,

And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

9  I have compared thee, uO my love,

To a company of xhorses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10  yThy cheeks are comely with zrows of jewels,

Thy neck with chains of gold.

11  We will make thee zborders of gold

With studs of silver.

12  While athe king sitteth at his table,

My bspikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

13  A bundle of cmyrrh is my wellbeloved unto me;

He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

14  My beloved is unto me as a dcluster of ||camphire

In the vineyards of eEn-gedi.

15  fBehold, thou art fair, ||my love; behold, thou art fair;

fgThou hast doves’ eyes.

16  Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:

Also our bed is green.

17  The hbeams of iour house are jcedar,

And our ||rafters of jfir.

2 I am the arose of bSharon,

And the clily of the valleys.

2  As the clily among thorns,

So is dmy love among the daughters.

3  As the eapple tree among the trees of the wood,

So is my beloved among the sons.

†I sat down funder his shadow with great delight,

And ghis fruit was sweet to my †taste.

4  hHe brought me to the †banqueting house,

And his banner over me was love.

5  iStay me with jflagons, †comfort me with eapples:

For lI am sick of love.

6  mHis left hand is under my head,

mAnd his right hand doth embrace me.

7  †nI charge you, oO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

By the pqroes, and by the prhinds of the field,

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh

Leaping supon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9  My beloved is tlike a roe or a tuyoung hart:

Behold, he standeth behind our wall,

He vlooketh forth at the windows,

†Shewing himself through the lattice.

10  My beloved wspake, and said unto me,

xRise up, dmy love, my fair one, and come away.

11  For, lo, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone;

12  The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the yturtle is heard in our land;

13  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the ztender grape give a zzgood smell.

aArise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14  O bmy dove, cthat art din the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the estairs,

Let me see thy countenance, flet me hear thy voice;

For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is gcomely.

15  Take us the hfoxes,

The little foxes, that spoil the vines:

For our vines have ztender grapes.

16  iMy beloved is mine, and I am his:

He kfeedeth among the lilies.

17  lUntil the day break, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved,

And mbe thou like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains ||of nBether.

3 aBy night on my bed I sought bhim whom my soul loveth:

cI sought him, but I found him not.

2  I will rise now, and go about the city

In the dstreets, and ein the broad ways

I will seek bhim whom my soul loveth:

cI sought him, but I found him not.

3  fThe watchmen that go about the city found me:

gTo whom I said, Saw ye bhim whom my soul loveth?

4  It was but a little that I passed from them,

But I found bhim whom my soul loveth:

I hheld him, and would not hilet him go,

Until I had jbrought him into my mother’s house,

And into the chamber of kher that conceived me.

5  lI charge you, mO ye daughters of Jerusalem,

By the roes, and by the hinds of the field,

That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

6  nWho is othis that cometh out of the wilderness like ppillars of smoke,

Perfumed with qmyrrh and frankincense,

With all powders of the rmerchant?

7  Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s;

sThreescore valiant men are about it,

Of the valiant of Israel.

8  They all hold swords, being expert in war:

Every man hath this sword upon his thigh ubecause of fear ain the night.

9  King Solomon made himself ||a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

10  He made the pillars thereof of silver,

The bottom thereof of gold,

The covering of it of purple,

The midst thereof being paved with love, for wthe daughters of Jerusalem.

11  Go forth, O ye daughters of xZion, and behold king Solomon

With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him

yIn the day of his espousals,

And yin the day of the gladness of his heart.