Song of Songs

MLV(i) 1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, because your love is better than wine.
3 Your oils have a good fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love you.
4 Draw to 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. They love you in uprightness.
5 I am black, but becoming, O you* daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6 Do not look upon 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.
7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed your flock, where you make it to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots. 10 Your cheeks are lovely with plaits of hair, your neck with strings of jewels. 11 We will make you plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance. 13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi. 15 Behold, you are fair, my love, behold you are fair. Your eyes are doves. 16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant. Also our couch is green. 17 The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.