Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
3 Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.
Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.
Draw me, we will run after thee; the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
'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 swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed thy flock, where thou make it to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?
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 veileth herself beside 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.
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.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
16 Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
