Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
3 Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
4 Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
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 black, but comely, 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 Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I 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 Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
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 thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
