Cânticos 1

1 An excellent song which was Salomons.

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

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

4 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.

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

6 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] my own vineyard have I not kept.

7 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?

8 If thou knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

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

10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.

11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.

12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.

14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.

15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.

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

17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.