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.
Let him kisse me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy loue is better then wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Because of the sauour of thy good ointments thy name is as an ointment powred out: therefore the virgins loue thee.
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!
Drawe me: we will runne after thee: the King hath brought me into his chabers: we will reioyce and be glad in thee: we will remember thy loue more then wine: the righteous do loue thee.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am blacke, O daughters of Ierusalem, but comely, as the tentes of Kedar, and as the curtaines of Salomon.
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.
Regard ye me not because I am blacke: for the sunne hath looked vpon mee. The sonnes of my mother were angry against mee: they made me the keeper of ye vines: but I kept not mine owne vine.
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?
Shewe me, O thou, whome my soule loueth, where thou feedest, where thou liest at noone: for why should I be as she that turneth aside to the flockes of thy 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 thou knowe not, O thou the fairest among women, get thee foorth by the steps of the flocke, and feede thy kiddes by the tents of the shepheards.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I haue compared thee, O my loue, to the troupe of horses in the charets of Pharaoh.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Thy cheekes are comely with rowes of stones, and thy necke with chaines.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make thee borders of golde with studdes of siluer.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
Whiles the King was at his repast, my spikenard gaue the smelll thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
My welbeloued is as a bundle of myrrhe vnto me: he shall lie betweene my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My welbeloued is as a cluster of camphire vnto me in the vines of Engedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
My loue, beholde, thou art faire: beholde, thou art faire: thine eyes are like the doues.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
My welbeloued, beholde, thou art faire and pleasant: also our bed is greene:
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
The beames of our house are cedars, our rafters are of firre.
