Son 1:1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Son 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

Son 1:3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Son 1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

Son 1:5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Son 1:6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

Son 1:7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

Son 1:8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

Son 1:9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

Son 1:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

Son 1:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

Son 1:12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

Son 1:13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

Son 1:14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

Son 1:15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Son 1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

Son 1:17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Son 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

Son 2:2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

Son 2:3 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.

Son 2:4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

Son 2:5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

Son 2:6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

Son 2:7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

Son 2:8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

Son 2:9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

Son 2:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Son 2:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

Son 2:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

Son 2:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Son 2:14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Son 2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Son 2:16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

Son 2:17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Son 3:1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Son 3:2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Son 3:3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

Son 3:4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

Son 3:5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.