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 thy 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.
Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
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.
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. They love thee uprightly.
5 I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
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.
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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
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, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest [thy flock], Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy 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 thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
