Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] of Solomon.
The Song of Songs, which is by Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] your loves than wine.
[[M.]] O that he would kiss me with one of the kisses of his mouth! For thy 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 savor of thy precious perfumes, (Thy name is like fragrant oil poured forth, ) Therefore do the 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!
Draw me after thee; let us run! The king hath led me to his chambers! We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will praise thy love more than wine. Justly do they love thee!
5 I [am] dark and lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, as tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O 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.
Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, 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, thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one 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!
[[Lad.]] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared you, my friend,
[[Lov.]] To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!
10 Your cheeks have been lovely with garlands, your neck with chains.
Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.
11 We make garlands of gold for you, with studs of silver!
Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard has given its fragrance.
[[M.]] While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodges.
A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
15 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my friend, Behold, you [are] beautiful, your eyes [are] doves!
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you [are] beautiful, my love, indeed, pleasant, Indeed, our bed [is] green,
[[M.]] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is 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 cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
