Song of Songs 1
1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for your love
is better than wine. 3Because of the savor of your good
ointments your name is as ointment poured out, therefore the virgins
love you. 4Draw 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. 5I am
black, but comely, O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as
the curtains of Solomon. 6Do not look on me, because I am
black, because the sun has looked on me: my mother's children were angry
with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but I have not
kept my own vineyard.
7Tell 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 who
turns aside by the flocks of your companions? 8If you do not know,
O you fairest among women, go your way out by the footsteps of the flock
and feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents. 9I have compared
you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, your neck
with chains of gold. 11We will make you borders of gold
with studs of silver.
12While the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends
forth its smell. 13A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved
to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts. 14My beloved
is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are
fair; you have doves' eyes. 16Behold, you
are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: our bed also is green.
17The beams of our house are cedar, and our
rafters of fir.
1I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the
valleys. 2As the lily among thorns, so is my love among
3As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is
my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight
and his fruit was sweet to my taste. 4He brought me to
the banqueting house and his banner over me was love.
5Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am
sick of love. 6His left hand is under my head and his
right hand embraces me. 7I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem,
by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up, nor awake
my love, till he pleases.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping on the mountains,
skipping on the hills. 9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks out at the windows, showing himself
through the lattice. 10My beloved spoke and said to me, Rise up,
my love, my fair one and come away. 11For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone; 12The flowers appear on the
earth; the time of the singing of birds is come and the voice of
the dove is heard in our land; 13The fig tree puts forth her green
figs and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one and come away.
14O my dove, which is in the clefts of the rock, in the
secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me
hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your countenance
is comely. 15Take the foxes for us , the little foxes,
that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
16My beloved is mine and I am his: he feeds
among the lilies. 17Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee
away, turn, my beloved and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains
1 I sought him whom my soul loves by night on my bed: I sought
him, but I did not find him. 2I will rise now and go about the
city in the streets and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves:
I sought him, but I did not find him. 3The watchmen who go about
the city found me: to whom I said, Did you see him whom my soul
loves? 4It was but a little that I passed from them and
I found him whom my soul loves: I held him and would not let him go, until
I had brought him into my mother's house and into the chamber of her who
conceived me. 5I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by
the roes and by the hinds of the field, that you do not stir up, nor awake
my love, till he pleases.
6Who is this who comes out of the wilderness like pillars
of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; sixty valiant men
are about it, of the valiant of Israel. 8They all hold
swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword on
his thigh because of fear in the night. 9King Solomon made himself
a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. 10He made the pillars of it
of silver, the bottom of it of gold, the covering of it
of purple, the midst of it being paved with love, for the
daughters of Jerusalem. 11Go forth, O you daughters of Zion and
behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him in the
day of his espousals and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
1Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have
doves' eyes within your locks: your hair is as a flock of goats,
that appear from Mount Gilead. 2Your teeth are like a
flock of sheep that are shorn, which came up from the washing; of
which every one bore twins, and none is barren among them.
3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet and your speech
is comely: your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
within your locks. 4Your neck is like the tower of David
built for an armory, on which there hangs a thousand bucklers, all shields
of mighty men. 5Your two breasts are like two young roes
that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day break
and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to
the hill of frankincense. 7You are all fair, my love; there
is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon:
look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions'
dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9You have ravished my
heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one
of your eyes, with one chain of your neck. 10How fair is your
love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is your love than wine!
and the smell of your ointments than all spices! 11Your lips,
O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk
are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is
like the smell of Lebanon. 12My sister is an inclosed
garden; my spouse a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant
fruits; camphire, with spikenard, 14Spikenard and saffron; calamus
and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and streams from
Lebanon. 16Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow on my
garden, so that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into
his garden and eat his pleasant fruits.
1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have
gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly,
2I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved
who knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my
undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the
drops of the night. 3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it
on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4My beloved
put in his hand by the hole of the door and my inward parts were
moved for him. 5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands
dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling
myrrh, on the handles of the lock. 6I opened to my beloved; but
my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when
he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave
me no answer. 7The watchmen who went about the city found me,
they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away
from me. 8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find
my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love.
9What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O you fairest among women? what is your beloved more than
another beloved, that you charge us so? 10My beloved
is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks
are bushy, and black as a raven. 12His eyes
are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
with milk, and fitly set. 13His cheeks are as
a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies,
dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14His hands are as gold
rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid
with sapphires. 15His legs are like pillars
of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon,
excellent as the cedars. 16His mouth is most sweet: yes,
he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved and this
is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1Where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where
is your beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with you. 2My
beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the
gardens and to gather lilies. 3I am my beloved's and
my beloved is mine: he feeds among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners. 5Turn away your eyes
from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats
that appear from Gilead. 6Your teeth are as a flock of
sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins and
there is not one barren among them. 7As a piece of a
pomegranate are your temples within your locks. 8There
are sixty queens and eighty concubines and virgins without number.
9My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the
only one of her mother, she is the choice one
of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and blessed her; yes,
the queens and the concubines and they praised her. 10Who
is she who looks out as the morning, fair as the moon,
clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the
valley, and to see whether the vine flourished, and the
pomegranates budded. 12When I was aware, my soul made me
like the chariots of Amminadib. 13Return, return, O
Shulamite; return, return, that we may look on you. What will you see in
the Shulamite? As the company of two armies.
1How beautiful are your feet with shoes, O prince's daughter!
the joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands
of a cunning workman. 2Your navel is like a round goblet,
which does not lack liquor: your belly is like a heap of
wheat set about with lilies. 3Your two breasts are like
two young roes that are twins. 4Your neck is
as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by
the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which
looks toward Damascus. 5Your head on you is like Carmel
and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the
galleries. 6How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights!
7This your stature is like a palm tree and your breasts to clusters
of grapes. 8I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I
will take hold of its boughs: now also your breasts shall be as clusters
of the vine and the smell of your nose like apples; 9And the roof
of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down
sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10I am my beloved's and his desire is toward
me. 11Come, my beloved, let us go out into the field; let us lodge
in the villages. 12Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us
see if the vine flourishs, whether the tender grapes appear,
and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give you my loves.
13The mandrakes give a smell and at our gates are all
manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid
up for you, O my beloved.
1O that you were as my brother, who sucked the breasts
of my mother! when I should find you without, I would kiss you;
yes, I should not be despised. 2I would lead you, and
bring you into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would
cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand should be under my head and his right
hand should embrace me. 4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
that you stir not up, nor awake my love, until he pleases.
5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning
on her beloved? I raised you up under the apple tree: there your mother brought
you forth: there she brought you forth who bore you. 6Set
me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm: for love is strong
as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals of it
are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame.
7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown
it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
it would be utterly insufficient.
8We have a little sister and she has no breasts: what shall we
do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? 9If
she is a wall, we will build on her a palace of silver: and if she
is a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. 10I
am a wall and my breasts like towers: then I was in his eyes as
one who found favor. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he
let out the vineyard to keepers; every one for the fruit of it was to bring
a thousand pieces of silver. 12My vineyard, which
is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, must have
a thousand and those who keep the fruit of it two hundred.
13You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your
voice: cause me to hear it. 14Make haste, my beloved
and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of spices.