Song of Solomon 1
1 Solomon's song of songs.
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
3 I love the way you smell from the perfumed oils you use. You have quite a reputation—it spreads like spilled perfumed oil. It's not surprising that all the young women adore you!
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
4 Take me by the hand—let's run! (The king has brought me to his bedroom.) Let's be happy together and find pleasure in your love. Your love is far better than wine! Women are right to adore you so!
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
5 I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Don't look down on me because I'm black, because the sun has burned me. My brothers were angry with me and made me look after the vineyards, so I couldn't look after my own vineyard.
Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
7 My love, please tell me where you're taking your flock. Where will you rest them at noon? For why should I have to wear a veil while looking for you among the flocks of your companions?
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8 If you really don't know, you who are more beautiful than any other woman, then follow the tracks of my flock, and let your goats graze near the shepherd's tents.
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
