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.
Oh that he might kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for thy caresses are more pleasant than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] your good perfumes. Perfume emptied out—your name, Therefore have virgins loved you!
To the smell are thy fragrant oils pleasant, [like] precious oil poured forth is thy name [famous afar]: therefore do 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!
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.—
5 I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
Black am I, yet comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like 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 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.—
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, 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?—
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 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.—
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
Unto the horse in Pharaoh's chariot do I compare thee, my beloved.
10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
Comely are thy cheeks between strings [of pearls], thy neck with rows [of jewels].
11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
Chains of gold will we make for thee with studs of silver.—
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its [pleasant] smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
A bundle of myrrh is my friend unto me, that resteth on my bosom.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
A copher-cluster is my friend unto me in the vineyards of 'En-gedi.—
15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
Lo, thou art beautiful, my beloved: lo, thou art beautiful: thy eyes are those of a dove.—
16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
Lo, thou art beautiful, my friend, also pleasant: also our couch is [made in the] green [wood].
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 houses are cedars and our wainscoting of cypress-trees.
