Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
3 Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
4 Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
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 black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on 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.
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 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your 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 you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
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 have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
