The Holy Bible

(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 mine own vineyard have I not kept.

(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 mine own vineyard have I not kept.

(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 mine 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 know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

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

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

(12) While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

(12) While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

(14) My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

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

(1) I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

(1) I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

(1) I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

(2) As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

(2) As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

(4) He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.

(7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

(7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

(7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

(8) The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

(8) The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

(8) The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

(9) My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

(9) My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.

(11) For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

(11) For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

(15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

(15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

(15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

(16) My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.

(17) Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.