LEB(i)
1 The Song of Songs,* which is for* Solomon.
2 ⌊May* you kiss me⌋* ⌊passionately with your lips⌋,* for your love is better than wine.*
3 As fragrance, ⌊your perfumes⌋* are ⌊delightful⌋;* your name is poured out ⌊perfume⌋;* therefore young women love you.
4 Draw me after you, let us run! May the king bring me into his chambers!* Let us be joyful and let us rejoice in you; let us extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you!
5 I am black but beautiful,* ⌊O maidens of Jerusalem⌋,* like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am black, * because the sun has stared at me. The sons of my mother were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own "vineyard"* I did not keep.
7 Tell me, you whom my ⌊heart⌋* loves, where do you pasture your flock, where do your sheep lie down at the noon? ⌊For why should I be like⌋* one who is veiled* beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow ⌊the tracks⌋* of the flock, and pasture your little lambs* beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 To a mare* among the chariots* of Pharaoh, I compare you, my beloved.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make ornaments of gold for you with studs* of silver.
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me ⌊a pouch⌋* of myrrh, he spends the night* between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of blossoms of henna in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved. Look! You are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Look! You are beautiful, my beloved, truly pleasant. Truly our couch is ⌊verdant⌋;*
17 the beams of our house are cedar; our rafter is cypress.