Canticle Of Canticles 1

1Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,● 2Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.● 3Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.● 4I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.● 5Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.● 6Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.● 7If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.● 8To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.● 9Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.● 10We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.● 11While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.● 12A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.● 13A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.● 14Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.● 15Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.● 16The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.●