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 kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then 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 sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue 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.
Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue 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 blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
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.
Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
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?
Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes 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 knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
13 As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14 My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
17 Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
