Song of Songs 1:2-8

2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your caresses are more delightful than wine.

3The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.

4Take me with you  — let’s hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad in you; we will celebrate your caresses more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.

5Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.

6Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me take care of the vineyards. I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

7Tell me, you whom I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

8If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.