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 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 thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens 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.
They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves 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 beautiful, 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 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, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by 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 thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy 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 thee, 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 thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
We will make thee 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, thou art fair, my companion; 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 kinsman, yea, 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.
