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.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man 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.
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women 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.
Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore 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 dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely 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.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own 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?
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside 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 do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted 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.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying 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 like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are 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 rafters are firs.
