| 1) | The song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
| 2) | Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. |
| 3) | Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. |
| 4) | Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. |
| 5) | I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. |
| 6) | Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
| 7) | Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? |
| 8) | If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. |
| 9) | I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. |
| 10) | Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. |
| 11) | We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
| 12) | While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof. |
| 13) | A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. |
| 14) | My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. |
| 15) | Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
| 16) | Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
| 17) | The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |