1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Shulamite

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.

3Because of the fragrance of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.

The Friends

4Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.

The Shulamite

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

6Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has darkened me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.

7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?

Solomon

8If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

9I have compared you, O my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.

10Your cheeks are lovely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.

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

The Shulamite

12While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends forth its fragrance.

13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.

Solomon

15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.

The Shulamite

16Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

Solomon

17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.