1Solomon's Finest Song 2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine. 3The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you. 4Take me with you-let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you. 5Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon. 6Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard. 7Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions? 8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents. 9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariots. 10Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace. 11We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver. 12While the king is on his couch, my perfume releases its fragrance. 13My love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts. 14My love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi. 15How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves. 16How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is lush with foliage; 17the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses.
1I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. 2Like a lily among thorns, so is my darling among the young women. 3Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest, so is my love among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste. 4He brought me to the banquet hall, and he looked on me with love. 5Sustain me with raisins; refresh me with apricots, for I am lovesick. 6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 7Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and the wild does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until the appropriate time.