Song of Solomon 1
1 Solomon's song of songs.
The Song of Songs, that [is] of Solomon.
2 Kiss me, kiss me with your mouth again and again, for your love is sweeter than wine.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] your loves 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!
For fragrance [are] your good perfumes. Perfume emptied out—your name, Therefore have virgins loved 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 run after you, The king has brought me into his inner chambers, We delight and rejoice in you, We mention your loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved you!
5 I'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as 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.
Do not fear me, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun has scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard—my own—I have 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?
Declare to me, you whom my soul has loved, Where you delight, Where you lie down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks 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 do not know, O beautiful among women, Go forth by the traces of the flock, And feed your kids by the shepherds’ dwellings!
9 My darling, to me you're like a mare among Pharaoh's horses that pull his chariots,
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
10 Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
11 Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
12 As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
13 My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
14 My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 Look at how very beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful! Your eyes are as gentle as doves.
Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
16 And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
17 with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
