Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
3 Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
4 Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
5 I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
7 Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
8 If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
