Song of Songs

JuliaSmith(i) 1 The song of songs which is to Solomon. 2 He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine. 3 To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee. 4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee. 5 I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6 Thou shalt not see me, I am black; the sun searched me: my mother's sons were angry with me; they set me to watch the vineyards; my vineyard I watched not for me. 7 Announce to me, thou whom my soul loved, where thou wilt feed, where thou wilt lie down at noon: wherefore shall I be as he covered by the herds of thy companions. 8 If thou shalt not know for thyself, O fair one among women, come forth for thyself at the heels of the flock, and feed thy kids by the shepherds' tents. 9 To my mares in Pharaoh's chariots I likened thee, O my neighbor. 10 Thy cheeks were beautiful with with rows, thy neck with strings of pearls. 11 We will make for thee rows of gold, with marks of silver. 12 The king yet in his divan, my spikenard gave its odor. 13 A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me; he shall lodge between my breasts. 14 A cluster of cypress my beloved to me in the vineyards of the kids' fountain. 15 Behold thee fair, my friend; behold thee beautiful; thine eyes are doves'. 16 Behold thee beautiful, my beloved, also pleasant: also our bed is green. 17 The walls of our houses cedars, our carved ceilings, cypresses.