1The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
3Because of the savour of thy good ointments
4Draw me, we will run after thee:
5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
6Look not upon me, because I am black,
7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,
8If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,
9I have compared thee, O my love,
10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels,
11We will make thee borders of gold
12While the king sitteth at his table,
13A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me;
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
17The beams of our house are cedar,