Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
4 Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love 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, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks 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, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
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 I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
