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 your love is 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.
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
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.
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 dark, but fair of form, O 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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 made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
