Song of Solomon 1
1 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 kiss 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.
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved 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.
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love 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, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, 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.
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have 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?
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after 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, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour 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 beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, 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, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
