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.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore 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.
Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to 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 dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.
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.
Don’t 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. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
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 you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled 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 don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats 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, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread 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 a sachet of myrrh, that lies 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 a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.
16 See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
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.
