Let him kiss
me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Because of
the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee.
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.
I am black,
but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the
curtains of Solomon.
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.
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?
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.
I have compared
thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks
are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make
thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
While the
king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of
myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved
is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, thou
art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold, thou
art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
The beams
of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
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