Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth,
For better is thy love than wine;
As fragrance of thy good perfumes,
Perfumes poured out is thy name :
Therefore virgins love thee.
Draw me: after thee we run,
The king bringeth me into his chambers,
We joy and rejoice in thee,
We mention thy love more than wine,
They love thee uprightly.
Brown am I, but comely,
O daughters of Jerusalem!
As the tents of Kedar,
As the curtains of Solomon.
Fear me not because I am very brown,
Because the sun hath scorched me.
My mother's children were angry with me,
They made me keeper of the vineyards,
My vineyard-my own-I have not kept.
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth,
Where thou delightest,
Where thou liest down at noon,