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.
Oh that he might kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy caresses are more pleasant than wine.
3 Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
To the smell are thy fragrant oils pleasant, [like] precious oil poured forth is thy name [famous afar]: therefore do 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.
Oh draw me, after thee will we run: the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will recall thy caresses, more [pleasant] than wine; without deceit [all] love thee.—
5 I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like 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 so at me, because I am somewhat black, because the sun hath looked fiercely at me: my mother's children were angry with me; they appointed me to be keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard, which is my own, have I 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 loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner 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 knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—
9 I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
12 Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
