Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, which is by Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
[[M.]] O that he would kiss me with one of the kisses of his mouth! For thy love is better than wine.
3 And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
Because of the savor of thy precious perfumes, (Thy name is like fragrant oil poured forth, ) Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
Draw me after thee; let us run! The king hath led me to his chambers! We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will praise thy love more than wine. Justly do they love thee!
5 I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, my own, have I not kept.
7 Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one by the flocks of thy companions?
8 If you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
[[Lad.]] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!
9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
[[Lov.]] To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
[[M.]] While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
[[M.]] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
