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 your love is better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] your good perfumes. Perfume emptied out—your name, Therefore have virgins loved you!
Because of the smell of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
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!
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
5 I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O you 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 on me, because I am black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my 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, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your 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 you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves’ eyes.
16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: also our bed is green.
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 cedar, and our rafters of fir.
