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.
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.
3 Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
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.
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.
5 I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.
I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like 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.
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.
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, 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?
8 If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying 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 like 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.
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
