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 Your oils have a goodly fragrance; Your name is oil poured forth; Therefore the young women 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 make mention of your love more than of wine: Rightly they love you.
1:5 I am black, but comely, O you+ daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
1:6 Don't look on me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; [But] my own vineyard I have not kept.
1:7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where you shepherd [your flock], Where you make [it] to rest at noon: For why should I be as one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your fellow shepherds?
1:8 If you don't know, O you most beautiful among women, Go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And shepherd your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
1:9 I have compared you, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10 Your cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Your neck with strings of jewels.
1:11 We will make you plaits of gold With studs of silver.
1:12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
1:13 My beloved is to me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lies between my breasts.
1:14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
1:15 Look, you are beautiful, my love; Look you are beautiful; Your eyes are doves.
1:16 Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
1:17 The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.