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!
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore 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!
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'm black, but I'm beautiful, women of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.
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.
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 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, 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 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 don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats 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, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your beautiful cheeks adorned with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 Let's make you some gold ornaments inlaid with silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 As the king lay on his couch, my nard perfume gave off its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My love is like a pouch of myrrh, lying all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My love is like a bunch of fragrant henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from 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 love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.
16 And you, my love, are so handsome—how charming you are! The green grass is our bed,
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 with cedar trees as beams for our “house,” and pine trees for the rafters.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
