Song of Solomon 1

The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;

Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;

Draw me; we will run after thee:

I am black, but comely,

Look not upon me, because I am swarthy,

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,

I have compared thee, O my love,

Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair,

We will make thee plaits of gold

While the king sat at his table,

My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh,

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

Behold, thou art fair, my love;

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

The beams of our house are cedars,