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 your love is better than wine.
3 Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
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 you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
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 you 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 on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my 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 you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your 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 you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
