Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
7 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
8 If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
