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 your love is better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured forth, therefore the virgins love you.
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 remember thy love more than wine: the upright love 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 comely, O 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 black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard have I not kept.
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, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside 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 knowest not, O thou fairest among women, go forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ 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 compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make for thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver.
12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of Engedi.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
Look, you are beautiful, my love. Look, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
Look, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.
