Song of Solomon 1
2 Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
Let him kiss me with the kiss 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.
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved 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 to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous 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 beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, 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.
Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my 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?
Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after 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, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, 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, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
