Song of Solomon 1
1 This is [King] Solomon’s most beautiful song.
2 Kiss me [on my lips], because your love [for me] is more delightful than wine.
Kisse he me with the cos of his mouth. For thi tetis ben betere than wyn,
3 The fragrance of the cologne on your [skin] is [very] sweet/pleasing [CHI]. And your reputation is [very] good and spreads, [like] [SIM] the fragrance of the special oil spread on your skin. That is why the [other] young women are attracted to you.
and yyuen odour with beste oynementis. Thi name is oile sched out; therfor yonge damesels loueden thee.
4 Take me quickly; take me to your home. [It is as though] you are my king; take me into your room. We are very happy [DOU] about you; we say that your love [for each other] is better than wine. It is not surprising that the other young women adore you.
Drawe thou me after thee; we schulen renne in to the odour of thin oynementis. The kyng ledde me in to hise celeris; we myndeful of thi teetis aboue wyn, schulen make ful out ioye, and schulen be glad in thee; riytful men louen thee.
5 You women of Jerusalem, I am dark but beautiful; my dark skin is like [SIM] the tents in Kedar, [or] like the beautiful curtains in Solomon’s palace.
Ye douytris of Jerusalem, Y am blak, but fair, as the tabernaclis of Cedar, as the skynnes of Salomon.
6 [But] do not stare at me because of the sun having caused my skin to become dark; my brothers were angry with me, [so] they forced me to work [out in the sunshine] in the vineyards, so I was not able to take good care of my body/skin [CHI, MET].
Nyle ye biholde me, that Y am blak, for the sunne hath discolourid me; the sones of my modir fouyten ayens me, thei settiden me a kepere in vyners; Y kepte not my vyner.
7 You whom I [SYN] love, where will you take your flock of sheep today? Where will you allow them to rest at noontime? I want to know because it is not right [RHQ] for me to wander around like a prostitute looking for you among the flocks that belong to your friends.
Thou spouse, whom my soule loueth, schewe to me, where thou lesewist, where thou restist in myddai; lest Y bigynne to wandre, aftir the flockis of thi felowis.
8 You who are the most beautiful of all the women, if you [search for me and] do not know [where I will take my sheep], follow the tracks/footprints of the sheep. [Then] allow your young goats to (graze/eat grass) near the shepherds’ tents.
A! thou fairest among wymmen, if thou knowist not thi silf, go thou out, and go forth aftir the steppis of thi flockis; and feede thi kidis, bisidis the tabernaclis of scheepherdis.
9 You [are beautiful], my darling, like the young female horse that pulls the chariot of the king of Egypt.
Mi frendesse, Y licnede thee to myn oost of knyytis in the charis of Farao.
10 Your cheeks are decorated with jewelry, and there are strings of beads/pearls around your neck.
Thi chekis ben feire, as of a turtle; thi necke is as brochis.
11 We will make for you [some] gold earrings that are decorated/inlaid with silver.
We schulen make to thee goldun ournementis, departid and maad dyuerse with silver.
12 While the king was on his couch, the smell of my perfume spread [around the room].
Whanne the kyng was in his restyng place, my narde yaf his odour.
13 The man who loves me is [as delightful as [MET]] a (sachet/small cloth bag) of myrrh between my breasts.
My derlyng is a bundel of myrre to me; he schal dwelle bitwixe my tetis.
14 He is like [MET] a bunch of flowers from the vineyards at En-Gedi.
My derlyng is to me a cluster of cipre tre, among the vyneres of Engaddi.
15 You whom I love, you are beautiful; you are very beautiful! Your eyes are [as delightful/charming as] doves.
Lo! my frendesse, thou art fair; lo! thou art fair, thin iyen ben the iyen of culueris.
16 You who love me, you are very delightful/handsome, you are wonderful! This green grass will be [like] a couch [where we lie down].
Lo, my derling, thou art fair, and schapli; oure bed is fair as flouris.
17 [Branches of] cedar [trees] will shade us; [it is as though branches of] juniper/pine [trees] will be like [MET] a roof [over our heads].
The trees of oure housis ben of cedre; oure couplis ben of cipresse.
