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 breasts are 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.
And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens 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.—
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.
5 Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, 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 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.
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, [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.
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 yourself, you fair one amongst women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
11 Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
16 Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
