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 thy love is better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love 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!
Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O ye 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 black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I 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?
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks 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 knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also 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!
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
