Canticle of Canticles 1

NEW AMERICAN BIBLE	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1	1 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth!	2 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
3 Your name spoken is a spreading perfume-	3 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
4 Draw me!-	4 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
5 I am as dark-but lovely,	5 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.
6 Do not stare at me because I am swarthy,	6 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
7 Tell me, you whom my heart loves,	7 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
8 If you do not know,	8 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
9 To the steeds of Pharaoh's chariots	9 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.
10 Your cheeks lovely in pendants,	10 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
11 We will make pendants of gold for you,	11 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
12 For the king's banquet	12 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
13 My lover is for me a sachet of myrrh	13 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
14 My lover is for me a cluster of henna	14 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
15 Ah, you are beautiful, my beloved,	15 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
16 Ah, you are beautiful, my lover-	16 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
17 the beams of our house are cedars,