The Bride’s Love for the Bridegroom
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 Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment 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 remember thy love more than wine: The upright love thee.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother’s children were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that turneth aside by 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 company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels , Thy neck with chains of gold .
11 We will make thee borders of gold With studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, And our rafters of fir.
