The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your love is better than wine,
your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.
Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my own vineyard I have not kept!
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
I compare you, my love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.