Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
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!
Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents 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.
Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard 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?
Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
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!
Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
