Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; 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 oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
Thine oils have a good fragrance. Thy name is oil poured forth. Therefore the virgins love thee.
4 Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.
Draw me, we will run after thee. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in thee. We will make mention of thy love more than of wine. Rightly do they love thee.
5 I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Don’t 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.
Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me. They made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 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?
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou feed thy flock, where thou make it to rest at noon. For why should I be as she who is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?
8 If you don’t know, most beautiful amongst women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
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 I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are like doves.
Behold, thou are fair, my love, behold thou are fair. Thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
Behold, thou are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant. Also our couch is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedars, our rafters are firs.
