Song of Solomon 1
The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
3 fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
4 Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
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.
5 Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
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.
7 Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
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?
8 Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
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.
9 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
11 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
12 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15 Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16 Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
17 Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
