Song of Solomon 1
1 This is Solomon’s Song of Songs.
The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3 The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.
For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
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.
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 dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as 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.
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 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?
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 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 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 compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.
Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting 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 blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16 How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
