American Standard Version

1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For

1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are `as’ doves behind thy veil. Thy

1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him

1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither hath thy beloved turned him, That we may

1 I am come into my garden, my sister, `my’ bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I

1 Oh that thou wert as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! `When’ I should find thee