Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

I have put off my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

Turn away thine eyes from me, For they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gilead.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.

We have a little sister, And she hath no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for?

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: Thou, O Solomon, shalt have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.