Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
3 Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is [as] ointment poured forth; therefore do the virgins love thee.
And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
4 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 make mention of thy love more than of wine: rightly do they love thee.
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.
5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; [but] mine own vineyard have I 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 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest [thy flock], where thou makest [it] to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that is veiled beside the flocks of thy companions?
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.
8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
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.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], thy neck with strings of jewels
How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
11 We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are [as] doves.
Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our couch is green.
Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, [and] our rafters are firs.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
