Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses 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.
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins 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.
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like 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.
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine 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, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, 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.
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
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 fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
