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

1:2  Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.

1:3  For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as ointment poured out; therefore the maidens love You.

1:4  Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will praise Your love more than wine; the upright love You.

1:5  I am dark tan, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

1:6  Do not look on me scornfully because I am dark tan, because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept.

1:7  Tell me, You Whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You make Your flock to rest at noon? For why should I be as one who veils herself beside the flocks of Your companions?

1:8  If you know not, O most beautiful among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock; and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.

1:9  O My love, I have compared you to My mare among Pharaoh's chariots.

1:10  Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

1:11  We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.

1:12  While the King is at his table, my perfume gives its fragrance.

1:13  My Beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that lies between my breasts.

1:14  My Beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.

1:15  Behold, you are beautiful, My love; behold, you are beautiful; you have doves' eyes.

1:16  Behold, You are beautiful, my Beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our bed is luxuriant.

1:17  The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters are of fir.