of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
Drawn to pursue Christ for satisfaction
Attracted to run after Christ
Let him akiss me with the 1kisses
of his bmouth
For your clove
is better than wine.
Your anointing oils have a pleasant afragrance
Your name is like ointment poured forth;
Therefore the 1bvirgins
Fellowshipping with Christ resulting in entering into the church life
me; we will brun
after you —
The king has brought me into his 2cchambers
We will be glad and 3rejoice
We will 3extol
your love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.
I am 1black
but lovely, O adaughters
Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not look at me, because I am black,
Because the sun has 1scorched
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me keeper of the vineyards,
But my own vineyard I have not kept.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, 1Where
do you pasture your flock?
Where do you make it lie down at 2noon
For why should I be like one who is veiled
Beside the flocks of your companions?
If you yourself do not know,
among women, 1Go
forth on the footsteps of the bflock
And pasture your young goats
By the shepherds’ tents.
Transformed by the remaking of the Spirit
I compare you, 1my alove
To a 2bmare
among Pharaoh’s chariots.
are lovely with plaits of ornaments,
will make you 2plaits
While the king was at his 1table
My spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a 1bundle
That lies at night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of ahenna
In the vineyards of 1bEn
, you are beautiful, my love!
Oh, you are beautiful! Your 1eyes
are like bdoves
Satisfied with the rest and enjoyment in Christ
Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant!
Indeed, our 1couch
The beams of our house are cedars;
Our rafters are cypresses.