Song of Songs - Chapter 1

Passage

Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine, Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Your name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved you. Draw me: we will run after you to the odor of your ointments. The king has brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts more than wine: the rightous love you. I am black but beautiful, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun has altered my color: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept. Show me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you lie in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions. If you do not know yourself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed your kids beside the tents of the shepherds. To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened you, O my love. Your cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, your neck as jewels. We will make you chains of gold, inlaid with silver. While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odor thereof. A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. Behold are fair, O my love, behold you are fair, your eyes are as those of doves. Behold art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.