2 W Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth,for your love is better than wine,
3 better than the fragrance of your perfumes.Your name is a flowing perfume—therefore young women love you.
4 Draw me after you! Let us run!The king has brought me to his bed chambers.Let us exult and rejoice in you;let us celebrate your love: it is beyond wine!Rightly do they love you!
5 W I am black and beautiful,Daughters of Jerusalem—Like the tents of Qedar,like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare at me because I am so black,because the sun has burned me.The sons of my mother were angry with me;they charged me with the care of the vineyards:my own vineyard I did not take care of.
7 W Tell me, you whom my soul loves,where you shepherd, where you give rest at midday.Why should I be like one wanderingafter the flocks of your companions?
8 M If you do not know,most beautiful among women,Follow the tracks of the flockand pasture your lambsnear the shepherds’ tents.