Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, that [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 kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3 Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.
For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved 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: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as 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.
Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have 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?
Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks 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 knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16 Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
