1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.⁠a 3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you. 4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into his chamber: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you. 5 I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6 Do not look at me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard. 7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause them to rest at noon, so that I do not become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions. 8 If you do not know yourself, you fair one among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents. 9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh. 10 How are your cheeks beautiful as those of a dove, your neck as chains! 11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver. 12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.⁠b 13 My relative is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts. 14 My relative is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of En Gedi. 15 Look, you are fair, my companion; look, you are fair; your eyes are doves. 16 Look, you are fair, my relative, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed. 17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.