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.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do 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 hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright 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 black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard 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 thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside 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 not, O thou fairest among women, go 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 company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
We will make for thee borders of gold 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 fragrance.
13 My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
