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 thy 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 savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
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 thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
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 ye 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 upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath 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, 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 thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy 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 thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
I have compared thee, 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].
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
We will make thee 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 sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth 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 wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.
15 Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, 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.
