Song of Solomon 1
1 The Song of Songs, that [is] Solomon's.
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better [are] thy loves than wine.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love is better than wine.
3 For fragrance [are] thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out — thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
Because of the savour of your good ointments your name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love you.
4 Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
Draw me, we will run after you: the king has brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine: the upright love you.
5 Dark [am] I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
I am black, but comely, O all of you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Fear me not, because I [am] very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard — my own — I have not kept.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, where you make your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of your companions?
8 If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
If you know not, O you fairest among women, go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
We will make you borders of gold with studs of silver.
12 While the king [is] in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress [is] my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 Lo, thou [art] fair, my friend, Lo, thou [art] fair, thine eyes [are] doves!
Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes.
16 Lo, thou [art] fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch [is] green,
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our houses [are] cedars, Our rafters [are] firs, I [am] a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
