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 breasts are better than wine.
3 Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens 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.
They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves 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 black, but beautiful, you 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 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, 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 tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by 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 know not yourself, you fair one among women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
11 We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
16 Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
