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 kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
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 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!
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 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, you 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.
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 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?
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 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 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 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
