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 oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore 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 has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.
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, O ye 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 swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have 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, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed thy flock, where thou make it to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is 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, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
I have compared thee, O 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 plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
We will make thee plaits 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 sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 [HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are 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 are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
17 The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
