Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
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!
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6 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.
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.
7 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
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?
8 If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
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!
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
