MKJV(i)
2 Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth; for Your love is better than wine.
3 For Your ointments have a lovely fragrance; Your name is as oil poured out; therefore the virgins love You.
4 Draw me, we will run after You. The King has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in You, we will remember Your love more than wine; the upright love You.
5 I am black, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not look on me, that I am black, that the sun has looked on me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, You whom my soul loves, where do You feed, where do You lie down at noon? For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of Your companions?