1:1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
1:2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
1:3Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
1:4Draw 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. They love thee uprightly.
1:5I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
1:6Look 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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
1:7Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
1:8If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
1:9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
1:11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
1:12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
1:13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
1:14My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
1:15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
1:16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
1:17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
2:2As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
2:3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
2:4He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
2:5Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
2:6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
2:8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
2:9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
2:10My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:11For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
2:12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
2:13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
2:14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
2:15Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
2:16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,
3:1On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3:2I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3:3The watchmen that go about the city found me: -- Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?
3:4-- Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: 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 that conceived me.
3:5I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
3:6Who is this, she that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...
3:7Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.
3:8They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.
3:9King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
3:11Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
4:1Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead.
4:2Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.
4:3Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.
4:4Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men.
4:5Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies.
4:6Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense.
4:7Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
4:8Come with me, from Lebanon, my spouse, With me from Lebanon, -- Come, look from the top of Amanah, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the mountains of the leopards.
4:9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
4:10How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine ointments than all spices!
4:11Thy lips, my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
4:12A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
4:13Thy shoots are a paradise of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants;
4:14Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
4:15A fountain in the gardens, A well of living waters, Which stream from Lebanon.
4:16Awake, north wind, and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow forth. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat its precious fruits.