Cânticos 1

¹ The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

² Shulamite: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.

³ Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; therefore the virgins love you.

⁴ Draw me away! Daughters of Jerusalem: We will run after you. Shulamite: The king has brought me into his chambers. Daughters of Jerusalem: We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Shulamite: Rightly do they love you.

⁵ I am black, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

⁶ Do not look upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.

⁷ To Her Beloved: Tell me, O you whom I love, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?

⁸ The Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the tents of the shepherds.

⁹ I have compared you, my love, to my filly among Pharaoh’s chariots.

¹⁰ Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with chains of gold.

¹¹ Daughters of Jerusalem: We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.

¹² Shulamite: While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.

¹³ A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, who lies between my breasts.

¹⁴ My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi.

¹⁵ The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; with dove’s eyes!

¹⁶ Shulamite: Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.

¹⁷ The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.