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 breasts are 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.
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens 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.
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves 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 beautiful, 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 dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by 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 thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
