Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] of Solomon.
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] your loves than wine.
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 For fragrance [are] your good perfumes. Perfume emptied out—your name, Therefore have virgins loved you!
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins 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!
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] 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.
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, 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, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, 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!
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
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 fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
