Song of Songs 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 breasts are better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your 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 savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
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, 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.
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 all of you 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.
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.
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, 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?
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.
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.
9 I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
