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