A reading from the book of Song of Solomon.

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.

Your anointing oils are fragrant.

Your name is oil poured out.

Therefore, virgins love you.

Draw me after you.

Let us run. The king has brought me into his chambers.

We will exalt and rejoice in you. We will extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.

I am very dark but lovely. O daughters of Jerusalem like the tents of Keter, like the curtains of Solomon,

do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. 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, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down

at noon, for why should I be like one who veils herself, beside the flocks of your companions?

If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture

your young goats beside the shepherd's tents.

I compare you my love to a mare among

feral's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver. While the king was on his couch,

my gnaird gave forth its fragrance. My beloved is to me a satchet of my mir that lies between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of hina blossoms in the vineyards of Ngedai. Behold you are beautiful,

my love. Behold you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Behold you are beautiful, my beloved, truly

delightful. Our couch is green. The beams of our house are

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