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 love is better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins 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!
Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love you.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
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 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.
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 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?
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 do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
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 rafters are firs.
