1:1 icapshe 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. Margin Note
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. Margin Note
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? Margin Note
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. Margin Note
1:15 Behold, thou art faire, my loue: behold, thou art faire, thou hast doues eyes. Margin Note
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. Margin Note