Song of Solomon 1
1 This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
4 Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.
Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
5 I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare because I am dark, for the sun has gazed upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have neglected.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
