Song of Solomon 1

1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.

1The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.

3Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.

3Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.

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.

4Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.

5I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

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.

6Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.

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?

7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?

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.

8If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.

9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.

10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.

11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

11We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.

12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

12While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.

13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.

14My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.

14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.

15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.

16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.

16See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.

17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.

17Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.