Song of Solomon 1
1 THE SONG of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth — for thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love thee.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
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.
Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.
5 'I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.
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.'
Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
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, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; for why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your 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.
If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with circlets, thy neck with beads.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee circlets of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is unto me as a bag of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our couch is leafy.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
