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 your love is better than wine.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love 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.
Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
5 I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains 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 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, but 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?
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside 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.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
