Song of Songs 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 breasts are better than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better 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.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
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.
Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to love you.
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
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.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
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.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; For why should I be as one who is veiled beside the flocks of your 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 you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
