Song of Solomon

My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.

He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves" eyes.

My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh"s chariots.

If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds" tents.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother"s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.

The song of songs, which is Solomon"s.