1:1The Song of Songs, that is Solomon's.

1:2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better are thy loves than wine.

1:3For fragrance are thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

1:4Draw 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!

1:5Dark am I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

1:6Fear 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.

1:7Declare 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?

1:8If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

1:9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

1:10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

1:11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

1:12While the king is in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

1:13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

1:14A cluster of cypress is my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

1:15Lo, thou art fair, my friend, Lo, thou art fair, thine eyes are doves!

1:16Lo, thou art fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch is green,

1:17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are firs, I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!

2:1As a lily among the thorns,

2:2So is my friend among the daughters!

2:3As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate.

2:4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love,

2:5Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.

2:6His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

2:7I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

2:8The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

2:9My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.

2:10My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

2:11For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.

2:12The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,

2:13The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

2:14My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.

2:15Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

2:16My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

2:17Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!

3:1On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!

3:2-- Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! -- I sought him, and I found him not.

3:3The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), `Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'

3:4But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.

3:5I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

3:6Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

3:7Lo, his couch, that is Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones are around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

3:8All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.

3:9A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,

3:10Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined with love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.

3:11Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!

4:1Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

4:2Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.

4:3As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,

4:4As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

4:5Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies.

4:6Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense.

4:7Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,

4:8Come from Lebanon, come thou in. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Shenir and Hermon, From the habitations of lions, From the mountains of leopards.

4:9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

4:10How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

4:11Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk are under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments Is as the fragrance of Lebanon.

4:12A garden shut up is my sister-spouse, A spring shut up -- a fountain sealed.

4:13Thy shoots a paradise of pomegranates, With precious fruits,

4:14Cypresses with nard -- nard and saffron, Cane and cinnamon, With all trees of frankincense, Myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices.

4:15A fount of gardens, a well of living waters, And flowings from Lebanon!

4:16Awake, O north wind, and come, O south, Cause my garden to breathe forth, its spices let flow, Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits!