The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.

Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed [thy flock], where thou make [it] to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?

My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lays between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.

Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.

As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart. Behold, he stands behind our wall. He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

For, lo, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

O my dove, who are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance; let me hear thy voice. For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards. For our vineyards are in blossom.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

Behold, it is the litter of Solomon. Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.

Thou are fair, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, sublime as an army with banners.

Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lay along the side of Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins, and none is bereaved among them.

My dove, my undefiled, is [but] one. She is the only one of her mother. She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed, [yea], the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, sublime as an army with banners?

Return, return, O Shulammite, return, return, that we may look upon thee. Why will ye look upon the Shulammite, as upon the dance of two armies?

Thy body is a round goblet, no mingled wine is wanting. Thy waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Thy neck is like the tower of ivory. Thine eyes, the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thy head like purple. The king is held captive in the tresses.

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to its clusters.

I said, I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of the branches of it. Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy breath like apples,

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Let us get up early to the vineyards. Let us see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give thee my love.

Oh that thou were as my brother, who sucked the breasts of my mother! [When] I should find thee outside, I would kiss thee. Yes, and none would despise me.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awoke thee. There thy mother was in travail with thee. There she who brought thee forth was in travail.

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm. For love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as Sheol. The flashes of it are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

If she is a wall, we will build upon her a turret of silver. And if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers. Then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.

My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. Thou, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those who keep the fruit of it, two hundred.