Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 [SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 [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.
Draw me, we will run after thee! — The king hath brought me into his chambers — We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine. They love thee uprightly.
5 [SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6 [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. …
Look not upon me, because I am black; Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me: They made me keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 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?
Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 [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. …
If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 [SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 [SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
