The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;

3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;

4 Draw me; we will run after thee:

5 I am black, but comely,

6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy,

7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,

8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,

9 I have compared thee, O my love,

10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair,

11 We will make thee plaits of gold

12 While the king sat at his table,

13 My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh,

14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna flowers

15 Behold, thou art fair, my love;

16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:

17 The beams of our house are cedars,