Song of the Songs, which is Shelomoh's.

May he kiss me with kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.

Because of the fragrance of your perfumes, your name is poured out oil; therefore the young women love you.

Draw me after you; let us run. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will remember your love more than wine. Rightly they love you.

I am dark, but lovely, daughters of Yerushalayim, like the tents of Qedar, like the curtains of Shelomoh.

Do not look at me because I am dark, because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed, where do you make [your flock] lie down at noon? For why should I be like one veiled beside the flocks of your companions?

If you do not know, O fairest among women, go out by the tracks of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the shepherds' dwellings.

To my mare in Pharaoh's chariots I have likened you, my love.

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

We will make for you chains of gold, with studs of silver.

While the king is at his reclining place, my perfume gave its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh, between my breasts he shall lie.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Ein Gedi.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, and pleasant; indeed, our couch is green.

The beams of our houses are cedars; our rafters are cypresses.