Song of Solomon 1
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your breasts are better than wine.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.
And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices: your name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love you.
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
They have drawn you: we will run after you, for the smell of your ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in you; we will love your breasts more than wine: righteousness loves you.
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but beautiful, you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have 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 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.
Tell me, [you] whom my soul loves, where you tend your flock, where you cause [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of your companions.
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.
If you know not yourself, you fair one amongst women, go you forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed your kids by the shepherd's tents.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao’s chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.
I have likened you, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
How are your cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, your neck as chains!
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.
We will make you figures of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.
So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.
My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.
Behold, you are fair, my companion; behold, you are fair; your eyes are doves.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.
Behold, you are fair, my kinsman, yes, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.
The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
