Song of Solomon 1
The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2 Bride: May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth. Groom to Bride: So much better than wine are your breasts,
[SHE] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! [THEY] For better are thy caresses than wine:
3 fragranced with the finest perfumes. Bride to Groom: Your name is oil that has been poured out; therefore, the maidens have loved you.
Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4 Draw me forward. Chorus to Bride: We will run after you in the odor of your perfumes. Bride to Chorus: The king has led me into his storerooms. Chorus to Bride: We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine. Groom to Bride: The righteous love you.
[SHE] Draw me! [THEY] After thee, will we run! [SHE] The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. [THEY] We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5 Bride to Chorus: O daughters of Jerusalem: I am black, but shapely, like the tabernacles of Kedar, like the tents of Solomon.
[SHE] Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. [THEY] Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not be concerned that I am dark, for the sun has changed my color. The sons of my mother have fought against me. They have made me the keeper of the vineyards. My own vineyard I have not kept.
[SHE] Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me, —My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7 Bride to Groom: Reveal to me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture, where you recline at midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of your companions.
Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8 Groom to Bride: If you yourself do not know, O most beautiful among women, then go out and follow after the steps of the flocks, and pasture your young goats beside the tabernacles of the shepherds.
[HE] If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9 O my love, I have compared you to my company of horsemen against the chariots of Pharaoh.
To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10 Your cheeks are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your neck is like a bejeweled collar.
Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11 Chorus to Bride: We will fashion for you chains of gold, accented with reddened silver.
[THEY] Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12 Bride to Chorus: While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
[SHE] By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13 My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14 My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Groom to Bride: Behold, you are beautiful, O my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are those of a dove.
[HE] Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, [are] doves!
16 Bride to Groom: Behold, you are handsome, O my beloved, and graceful. Our bed is flourishing.
[SHE] Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! [BOTH] Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17 Groom to Bride: The timbers of our houses are of cedar; our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.
