For thy love is better than wine.

Thy name is as oil poured forth;

Therefore do the virgins love thee.

The king hath brought me into his chambers;

We will be glad and rejoice in thee;

We will make mention of thy love more than of wine:

Rightly do they love thee.

Oh ye daughters of Jerusalem,

As the tents of Kedar,

As the curtains of Solomon.

Because the sun hath scorched me.

My mother’s sons were incensed against me;

They made me keeper of the vineyards;

But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

Where thou feedest thy flock,

Where thou makest it to rest at noon:

For why should I be as one that is veiled

Beside the flocks of thy companions?

Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,

And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

Thy neck with strings of jewels.

With studs of silver.

My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

That lieth betwixt my breasts.

In the vineyards of En-gedi.

Behold thou art fair;

Thine eyes are as doves.

Also our couch is green.

And our rafters are firs.