Song of Solomon 1
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
4 Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
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.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6 Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
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.
7 Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy companions?
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.
8 If thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
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.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
