| 1 | The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
| 2 | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine. |
| 3 | Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee. |
| 4 | Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee. |
| 5 | I am black, but comely, Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. |
| 6 | Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
| 7 | Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions? |
| 8 | If 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. |
| 9 | I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. |
| 10 | Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels. |
| 11 | We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver. |
| 12 | While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. |
| 13 | My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts. |
| 14 | My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi. |
| 15 | Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves. |
| 16 | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green. |
| 17 | The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs. |