1 {1:1} The song of songs, which [is] Solomon’s. {1:2} Let
him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love [is]
better than wine. {1:3} Because of the savour of thy good
ointments thy name [is as] ointment poured forth, therefore
do the virgins love thee. {1:4} 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. {1:5} I [am] black, but
comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar,
as the curtains of Solomon. {1:6} 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] mine own vineyard have I
not kept. {1:7} 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?
{1:8} If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go
thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids
beside the shepherds’ tents. {1:9} I have compared thee, O
my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
{1:10} Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels,] thy
neck with chains [of gold.] {1:11} We will make thee
borders of gold with studs of silver.
{1:12} While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard
sendeth forth the smell thereof. {1:13} A bundle of myrrh
[is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt
my breasts. {1:14} My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of
camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. {1:15} Behold, thou
[art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves’
eyes. {1:16} Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea,
pleasant: also our bed [is] green. {1:17} The beams of our
house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.
2 {2:1} I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the
valleys. {2:2} As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love
among the daughters. {2:3} As 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. {2:4} He brought me to the
banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. {2:5}
Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am]
sick of love. {2:6} His left hand [is] under my head, and his
right hand doth embrace me. {2:7} I charge you, O ye
daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the
field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
{2:8} The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh
leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. {2:9}
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he
standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,
shewing himself through the lattice. {2:10} My beloved
spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and
come away. {2:11} For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is
over [and] gone; {2:12} The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of
the turtle is heard in our land; {2:13} The fig tree putteth
forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape
give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come
away.
{2:14} O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in
the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,
let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy
countenance [is] comely. {2:15} Take us the foxes, the little
foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender
grapes.
{2:16} My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth
among the lilies. {2:17} Until the day break, and the
shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe
or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
3 {3:1} By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul
loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. {3:2} I will rise
now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad
ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him,
but I found him not. {3:3} The watchmen that go about the
city found me: [to whom I said,] Saw ye him whom my soul
loveth? {3:4} [It was] but a little that I passed from them,
but 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. {3:5} I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the
roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor
awake [my] love, till he please.
{3:6} Who [is] this that cometh out of the wilderness like
pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
with all powders of the merchant? {3:7} Behold his bed,
which [is] Solomon’s; threescore valiant men [are] about it,
of the valiant of Israel. {3:8} They all hold swords, [being]
expert in war: every man [hath] his sword upon his thigh
because of fear in the night. {3:9} King Solomon made
himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. {3:10} He made
the pillars thereof [of] silver, the bottom thereof [of] gold,
the covering of it [of] purple, the midst thereof being paved
[with] love, for the daughters of Jerusalem. {3:11} Go forth,
O ye 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 {4:1} Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]
fair; thou [hast] doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as
a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. {4:2} Thy
teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which
came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins,
and none [is] barren among them. {4:3} Thy lips [are] like a
thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] comely: thy temples
[are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. {4:4}
Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an
armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all
shields of mighty men. {4:5} Thy two breasts [are] like two
young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
{4:6} Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will
get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of
frankincense. {4:7} Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no
spot in thee.
{4:8} Come 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. {4:9} Thou hast ravished my
heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast ravished my heart
with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. {4:10}
How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much
better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine
ointments than all spices! {4:11} Thy lips, O [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. {4:12} A garden inclosed [is] my sister, [my]
spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. {4:13} Thy
plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant
fruits; camphire, with spikenard, {4:14} Spikenard and
saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
{4:15} A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and
streams from Lebanon.
{4:16} Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow
upon my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let
my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
5 {5:1} I 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, yea, drink abundantly, O
beloved.
{5:2} I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of my
beloved that knocketh, [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. {5:3} I
have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed
my feet; how shall I defile them? {5:4} My beloved put in
his hand by the hole [of the door,] and my bowels were
moved for him. {5:5} I rose up to open to my beloved; and
my hands dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with]
sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. {5:6} I
opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, [and] was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I
sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he
gave me no answer. {5:7} The watchmen that went about
the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the
keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. {5:8} I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my
beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.
{5:9} What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved,
O thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more
than [another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us? {5:10}
My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand. {5:11} His head [is as] the most fine gold, his
locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven. {5:12} His eyes
[are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
with milk, [and] fitly set. {5:13} His cheeks [are] as a bed
of spices, [as] sweet flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping
sweet smelling myrrh. {5:14} His hands [are as] gold rings
set with the beryl: his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid
[with] sapphires. {5:15} His legs [are as] pillars of marble,
set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as
Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. {5:16} His mouth [is]
most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my
beloved, and this [is] my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
6 {6:1} Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among
women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may
seek him with thee. {6:2} My beloved is gone down into his
garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to
gather lilies. {6:3} I [am] my beloved’s, and my beloved
[is] mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
{6:4} Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely
as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners. {6:5} Turn
away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy
hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. {6:6}
Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the
washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and [there is] not
one barren among them. {6:7} As a piece of a pomegranate
[are] thy temples within thy locks. {6:8} There are
threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins
without number. {6:9} My dove, my undefiled is [but] one;
she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice
[one] of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and
blessed her; [yea,] the queens and the concubines, and they
praised her.
{6:10} Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army]
with banners? {6:11} I 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. {6:12} Or ever
I was aware, my soul made me [like] the chariots of
Amminadib. {6:13} Return, return, O Shulamite; return,
return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the
Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
7 {7:1} How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s
daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work
of the hands of a cunning workman. {7:2} Thy navel [is
like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth not liquor: thy belly
[is like] an heap of wheat set about with lilies. {7:3} Thy
two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins. {7:4}
Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the
fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose
[is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward
Damascus. {7:5} Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and
the hair of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the
galleries. {7:6} How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love,
for delights! {7:7} This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and
thy breasts to clusters [of grapes.] {7:8} I said, I will go up
to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now
also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the
smell of thy nose like apples; {7:9} And the roof of thy
mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth [down]
sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
{7:10} I [am] my beloved’s, and his desire [is] toward me.
{7:11} Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let
us lodge in the villages. {7:12} Let us get up early to the
vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, [whether] the
tender grape appear, [and] the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves. {7:13} The mandrakes give
a smell, and at our gates [are] all manner of pleasant [fruits,]
new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
8 {8:1} O that thou [wert] as my brother, that sucked the
breasts of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I
would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. {8:2} I
would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother’s house,
[who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of
spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. {8:3} His left
hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should
embrace me. {8:4} I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
{8:5} Who [is] this that cometh up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple
tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought
thee forth [that] bare thee.
{8:6} Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon
thine arm: for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] cruel as
the grave: the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which hath
a] most vehement flame. {8:7} Many 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 utterly be
contemned.
{8:8} We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what
shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be
spoken for? {8:9} If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her
a palace of silver: and if she [be] a door, we will inclose her
with boards of cedar. {8:10} I [am] a wall, and my breasts
like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
{8:11} Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out
the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof
was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver. {8:12} My
vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou, O Solomon,
[must have] a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof
two hundred. {8:13} Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the
companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear [it.]
{8:14} Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe
or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.