Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] of Solomon.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] your loves than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] your good perfumes. Perfume emptied out—your name, Therefore have virgins loved you!
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
4 Draw me: we run after you, The king has brought me into his inner chambers, We delight and rejoice in you, We mention your loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved you!
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
5 I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not fear me, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun has scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard—my own—I have 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 Declare to me, you whom my soul has loved, Where you delight, Where you lie down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of your companions?
Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
8 If you do not know, O beautiful among women, Go forth by the traces of the flock, And feed your kids by the shepherds’ dwellings!
If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
