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 your breasts are better than wine.
3 Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
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.
They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
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 beautiful, you 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 dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
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, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your 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 you know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
We will make you figures 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:
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
16 [SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
