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¹ The song of songs, which is Solomons.

² Let him kisse mee with the kisses of his mouth: for thy Loue is better then wine. ³ Because of the sauour of thy good ointments, thy name is as ointment powred forth, therefore doe the virgins loue thee. ⁴ Draw me, we will runne after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and reioyce in thee, we wil remember thy loue more then wine: the vpright loue thee. ⁵ I am blacke, but comely, (O ye daughters of Ierusalem) as the tents of Kedar, as the curtaines of Solomon. ⁶ Looke not vpon me because I am blacke, because the Sunne hath looked vpon me: my mothers children were angry with me, they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine owne vineyard haue I not kept.

⁷ Tell me, (O thou whom my soule loueth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocke to rest at noone: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flockes of thy companions? ⁸ If thou know not (O thou fairest among women) goe thy way forth by the footsteps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes beside the shepheards tents. ⁹ I haue compared thee, O my loue, to a company of horses in Pharaohs chariots. ¹⁰ Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of iewels, thy necke with chaines of golde. ¹¹ Wee will make thee borders of golde, with studdes of siluer.

¹² While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth foorth the smell thereof. ¹³ A bundle of myrrhe is my welbeloued vnto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. ¹⁴ My beloued is vnto me, as a cluster of Camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. ¹⁵ Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes. ¹⁶ Behold, thou art faire, my beloued; yea pleasant: also our bedde is greene. ¹⁷ The beames of our house are Cedar, and our rafters of firre.