Song of Solomon 1
1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Oh that he might kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy caresses are more pleasant than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
3 To the smell are thy fragrant oils pleasant, [like] precious oil poured forth is thy name [famous afar]: therefore do maidens love thee.
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
4 Oh draw me, after thee will we run: the king hath brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will recall thy caresses, more [pleasant] than wine; without deceit [all] love thee.—
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 Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not so at me, because I am somewhat black, because the sun hath looked fiercely at me: my mother's children were angry with me; they appointed me to be keeper of the vineyards; but my vineyard, which is my own, have I not kept.—
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.
7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest? where lettest thou thy flock rest at noon? for why should I appear like a veiled mourner by the flocks of thy 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 thou knowest this not, O thou fairest of women, go but forth in the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids around the shepherds' dwellings.—
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 Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
