Song of Solomon 1
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy love is better than wine.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.
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, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains 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.
Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but 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?
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed thy flock, where thou make it to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy 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.
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
