Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
The Song of Songs, which is by Solomon.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
[[M.]] O that he would kiss me with one of the kisses of his mouth! For thy love is better than wine.
3 Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is [as] oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Because of the savor of thy precious perfumes, (Thy name is like fragrant oil poured forth, ) Therefore do the virgins 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.
Draw me after thee; let us run! The king hath led me to his chambers! We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will praise thy love more than wine. Justly do they love 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 comely, O 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.
Gaze not upon me because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me! My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; My vineyard, my own, have I not kept.
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 loveth, where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou leadest it to rest at noon; For why should I be like a veiled one 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.
[[Lad.]] If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, Trace thou thy way by the tracks of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents!
9 I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
[[Lov.]] To the horses in the chariots of Pharaoh Do I compare thee, my love!
10 Thy cheeks are comely with plaits [of hair], Thy neck with strings of jewels.
Comely are thy cheeks with rows of jewels, Thy neck with strings of pearls.
11 We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.
Golden chains will we make for thee, With studs of silver.
12 While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
[[M.]] While the king reclineth at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is unto me [as] a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.
A bunch of myrrh is my beloved to me; He shall abide between my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me [as] a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna-flowers From the gardens of Engedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are [as] doves.
[[Lov.]] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair! Thine eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.
[[M.]] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, lovely; And green is our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, [And] our rafters are firs.
The cedars are the beams of our house, And its roof the cypresses.
