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.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
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 forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
5 I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own 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?
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your 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.
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
