Song of Solomon 1

1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

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

1Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine,

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

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

2Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee.

3Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

3Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

3Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the rightous love thee.

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 make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.

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: the upright love thee.

4I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

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

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

5Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept.

6Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.

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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

6Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions.

7Tell me, O 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 that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

7Tell 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?

7If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds.

8If 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.

8If 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.

8To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love.

9I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

9I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.

9Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels.

10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels.

10Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

10We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver.

11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.

11We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.

11While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof.

12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

12While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

12A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts.

13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts.

13A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.

13A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.

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

14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En–gedi.

14Behold thou are fair, O my love, behold thou are fair, thy eyes are as those of doves.

15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.

15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.

15Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing.

16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green.

16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

16The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees.

17The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.

17The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

17(not in this translation)