1:1 The
song
of
songs,
which
is
Solomons.
1:2 Let
him
kisse
mee
with
the
kisses
of
his
mouth:
for
thy
Loue
is
better
then
wine.
1:3 Because
of
the
sauour
of
thy
good
ointments,
thy
name
is
as
ointment
powred
forth,
therefore
doe
the
virgins
loue
thee.
1:4 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.
1:5 I
am
blacke,
but
comely,
(O
ye
daughters
of
Ierusalem)
as
the
tents
of
Kedar,
as
the
curtaines
of
Solomon.
1:6 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.
1:7 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
1:8 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.
1:9 I
haue
compared
thee,
O
my
loue,
to
a
company
of
horses
in
Pharaohs
chariots.
1:10 Thy
cheekes
are
comely
with
rowes
of
iewels,
thy
necke
with
chaines
of
golde.
1:11 Wee
will
make
thee
borders
of
golde,
with
studdes
of
siluer.
1:12 While
the
king
sitteth
at
his
table,
my
spikenard
sendeth
foorth
the
smell
thereof.
1:13 A
bundle
of
myrrhe
is
my
welbeloued
vnto
me;
he
shall
lie
all
night
betwixt
my
breasts.
1:14 My
beloued
is
vnto
me,
as
a
cluster
of
Camphire
in
the
vineyards
of
Engedi.
1:15 Behold,
thou
art
faire,
my
loue:
behold,
thou
art
faire,
thou
hast
doues
eyes.
1:16 Behold,
thou
art
faire,
my
beloued;
yea
pleasant:
also
our
bedde
is
greene.
1:17 The
beames
of
our
house
are
Cedar,
and
our
rafters
of
firre.