Song of Songs.
Chapter 1.
Solomon’s Most Excellent Love Song. 
Oh, how I wish you would kiss me passionately! For your lovemaking is more delightful than wine. 
The fragrance of your colognes is delightful; your name is like the finest perfume. No wonder the young women adore you! 
Draw me after you; let us hurry! May the king bring me into his bedroom chambers! We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. The Beloved to Her Lover: How rightly the young women adore you! 
I am dark but lovely, O maidens of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Qedar, lovely like the tent curtains of Salmah. 
Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has burned my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards. Alas, my own vineyard I could not keep! 
Tell me, O you whom my heart loves, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest your sheep during the midday heat? Tell me lest I wander around beside the flocks of your companions! 
If you do not know, O most beautiful of women, simply follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your little lambs beside the tents of the shepherds. 
O my beloved, you are like a mare among Pharaoh’s stallions. 
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments; your neck is lovely with strings of jewels. 
We will make for you gold ornaments studded with silver. 
While the king was at his banqueting table, my nard gave forth its fragrance. 
My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh spending the night between my breasts. 
My beloved is like a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-Gedi. 
Oh, how beautiful you are, my beloved! Oh, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves! 
Oh, how handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how delightful you are! The lush foliage is our canopied bed; 
the cedars are the beams of our bedroom chamber; the pines are the rafters of our bedroom. 
