Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
4 Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love you.
5 I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
