Song of Solomon 1
1 THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4 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 find thy love more fragrant than wine! sincerely do they love thee.
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, that I am swarthy, that the sun hath tanned me; my mother's sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.'
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7 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 veileth herself beside the flocks of thy companions?
Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8 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.
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
