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.
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as 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: the upright 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 black, because the sun hath 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, 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 loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside 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, 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 company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 [THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
We will make thee borders 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 sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire 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 art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
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 house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
