1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.2 Woman Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your caresses Or acts of love are more delightful than wine.3 The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women Or wonder virgins adore you.4 Take me with you — let’s hurry. Oh, that the king would bring Or The king has brought me to his chambers. Young Women We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your caresses more than wine. Woman It is only right that they adore you.5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards. I have not taken care of my own vineyard.7 Tell me, you whom I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself Or who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?8 Man If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow Lit go out for yourself into the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.9 I compare you, my darling, to a Lit my mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.10 Your cheeks are beautiful with jewelry, your neck with its necklace.11 We will make gold jewelry for you, accented with silver.12 Woman While the king is on his couch, Or is at his table my perfume Lit nard releases its fragrance.13 The one I love is a sachet of myrrh to me, spending the night between my breasts.14 The one I love is a cluster of henna blossoms to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.15 Man How beautiful you are, my darling. How very beautiful! Your eyes are doves.16 Woman How handsome you are, my love. How delightful! Our bed is verdant;17 the beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are cypresses. Or firs, or pines