Song of Solomon
1:1The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Beloved
1:2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his
mouth;
For
your love is better than wine.
1:3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance.
Your
name is oil poured forth,
Therefore
the virgins love you.
1:4Take me away with you.
Let
us hurry.
The
king has brought me into his chambers.
Friends
We will be glad and rejoice in you.
We will
praise your love more than wine!
Beloved
They are right to love you.
1:5I am dark, but lovely,
You
daughters of Jerusalem,
Like
Kedar's tents,
Like
Solomon's curtains.
1:6Don't stare at me because I am dark,
Because
the sun has scorched me.
My mother's sons were angry with
me.
They
made me keeper of the vineyards.
I haven't
kept my own vineyard.
1:7Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
Where
you graze your flock,
Where
you rest them at noon;
For
why should I be as one who is veiled
Beside
the flocks of your companions?
Lover
1:8If you don't know, most beautiful among
women,
Follow
the tracks of the sheep.
Graze
your young goats beside the shepherds' tents.
1:9I have compared you, my love,
To a
steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
Your
neck with strings of jewels.
1:11We will make you earrings of gold,
With
studs of silver.
Beloved
1:12While the king sat at his table,
My perfume
spread its fragrance.
1:13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh,
That
lies between my breasts.
1:14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna
blossoms
From
the vineyards of En Gedi.
Lover
1:15Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold,
you are beautiful.
Your
eyes are doves.
Beloved
1:16Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved,
yes, pleasant;
And
our couch is verdant.
Lover
1:17The beams of our house are cedars.
Our
rafters are firs.
Beloved
2:1I am a rose of Sharon,
A lily
of the valleys.
2:2As a lily among thorns,
So is
my love among the daughters.
Beloved
2:3As 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,
His
fruit was sweet to my taste.
2:4He brought me to the banquet hall.
His
banner over me is love.
2:5Strengthen me with raisins,
Refresh
me with apples;
For
I am faint with love.
2:6His left hand is under my head.
His
right hand embraces me.
2:7I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
By the
roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That
you not stir up, nor awaken love,
Until
it so desires.
2:8The voice of my beloved!
Behold,
he comes,
Leaping
on the mountains,
Skipping
on the hills.
2:9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart.
Behold,
he stands behind our wall!
He looks in at the windows.
He glances
through the lattice.
2:10My beloved spoke, and said to me,
Rise
up, my love, my beautiful one, and come
away.
2:11For, behold, the winter is past.
The
rain is over and gone.
2:12The flowers appear on the earth;
The
time of the singing has come,
And
the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in
our land.
2:13The fig tree ripens her green figs.
The
vines are in blossom;
They
give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
And
come away.
Lover
2:14My dove in the clefts of the rock,
In the
hiding places of the mountainside,
Let
me see your face.
Let
me hear your voice;
For
your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
2:15Catch for us the foxes,
The
little foxes that spoil the vineyards;
For
our vineyards are in blossom.
Beloved
2:16My beloved is mine, and I am his.
He browses
among the lilies.
2:17Until the day is cool, and the shadows
flee away,
Turn,
my beloved,
And
be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains
of Bether.
3:1By night on my bed,
I sought
him whom my soul loves.
I sought
him, but I didn't find him.
3:2I will get up now, and go about the city;
In the
streets and in the squares I will seek him
whom my soul loves.
I sought
him, but I didn't find him.
3:3The watchmen who go about the city found
me;
"Have
you seen him whom my soul loves?"
3:4I had scarcely passed from them,
When
I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him
go,
Until
I had brought him into my mother's house,
Into
the chamber of her who conceived me.
3:5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
By the
roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That
you not stir up, nor awaken love,
Until
it so desires.
3:6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness
like pillars of smoke,
Perfumed
with myrrh and frankincense,
With
all spices of the merchant?
3:7Behold, it is Solomon's carriage!
Sixty
mighty men are around it,
Of the
mighty men of Israel.
3:8They all handle the sword, and are expert
in war.
Every
man has his sword on his thigh,
Because
of fear in the night.
3:9King Solomon made himself a carriage
Of the
wood of Lebanon.
3:10He made its pillars of silver,
Its
bottom of gold, its seat of purple,
Its
midst being paved with love,
From
the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and
see king Solomon,
With
the crown with which his mother has crowned
him,
In the
day of his weddings,
In the
day of the gladness of his heart.
Lover
4:1Behold, you are beautiful, my love.
Behold,
you are beautiful.
Your eyes are doves behind your
veil.
Your
hair is as a flock of goats,
That
descend from Mount Gilead.
4:2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock,
Which
have come up from the washing,
Where
every one of them has twins.
None
is bereaved among them.
4:3Your lips are like scarlet thread.
Your
mouth is lovely.
Your
temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4:4Your neck is like David's tower built
for an armory,
Whereon
there hang a thousand shields,
All
the shields of the mighty men.
4:5Your two breasts are like two fawns
That
are twins of a roe,
Which
feed among the lilies.
4:6Until the day is cool, and the shadows
flee away,
I will
go to the mountain of myrrh,
To the
hill of frankincense.
4:7You are all beautiful, my love.
There
is no spot in you.
4:8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,
With
me from Lebanon.
Look
from the top of Amana,
From
the top of Senir and Hermon,
From
the lions' dens,
From
the mountains of the leopards.
4:9You have ravished my heart, my sister,
my bride.
You
have ravished my heart with one of your
eyes,
With
one chain of your neck.
4:10How beautiful is your love, my sister,
my bride!
How
much better is your love than wine!
The
fragrance of your perfumes than all manner
of spices!
4:11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb.
Honey
and milk are under your tongue.
The
smell of your garments is like the smell
of Lebanon.
4:12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride;
A locked
up spring,
A sealed
fountain.
4:13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates,
with precious fruits:
Henna
with spikenard plants,
4:14Spikenard and saffron,
Calamus
and cinnamon, with every kind of incense
tree;
Myrrh
and aloes, with all the best spices,
4:15A fountain of gardens,
A well
of living waters,
Flowing
streams from Lebanon.
Beloved
4:16Awake, north wind; and come, you south;
Blow
on my garden, that its spices may flow out.
Let my beloved come into his garden,
And
taste his precious fruits.
Lover
5:1I have come into my garden, my sister,
my bride.
I have
gathered my myrrh with my spice;
I have
eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
I have
drunk my wine with my milk.
Friends
Eat, friends!
Drink,
yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Beloved
5:2I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
It is
the voice of my beloved who knocks:
Open
to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
For
my head is filled with dew,
My hair
with the dampness of the night.
5:3I have taken off my robe. Indeed, must
I put it on?
I have
washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
5:4My beloved thrust his hand in through
the latch opening.
My heart
pounded for him.
5:5I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands
dripped with myrrh,
My fingers
with liquid myrrh,
On the
handles of the lock.
5:6I opened to my beloved;
But
my beloved left; gone away.
My heart went out when he spoke.
I looked
for him, but I didn't find him.
I called
him, but he didn't answer.
5:7The watchmen who go about the city found
me.
They
beat me.
They
bruised me.
The
keepers of the walls took my cloak away
from me.
5:8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
If you
find my beloved,
That
you tell him that I am faint with love.
Friends
5:9How is your beloved better than another
beloved,
You
fairest among women?
How is your beloved better than
another beloved,
That you do so adjure us?
Beloved
5:10My beloved is white and ruddy.
The
best among ten thousand.
5:11His head is like the purest gold.
His
hair is bushy, black as a raven.
5:12His eyes are like doves beside the water
brooks,
Washed
with milk, mounted like jewels.
5:13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with
towers of perfumes.
His
lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
5:14His hands are like rings of gold set
with beryl.
His
body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
5:15His legs are like pillars of marble set
on sockets of fine gold.
His
appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as
the cedars.
5:16His mouth is sweetness;
Yes,
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is
my friend,
Daughters
of Jerusalem.
Friends
6:1Where has your beloved gone, you fairest
among women?
Where
has your beloved turned, that we may seek
him with you?
Beloved
6:2My beloved has gone down to his garden,
To the
beds of spices,
To feed
in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.
He browses
among the lilies,
6:4You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah,
Lovely
as Jerusalem,
Awesome
as an army with banners.
6:5Turn away your eyes from me,
For
they have overcome me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
That
lie along the side of Gilead.
6:6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes,
Which
have come up from the washing;
Of which
every one has twins;
None
is bereaved among them.
6:7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
6:8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines,
And
virgins without number.
6:9My dove, my perfect one, is unique.
She
is her mother's only daughter.
She
is the favorite one of her who bore her.
The daughters saw her, and called
her blessed,
The
queens and the concubines, and they praised
her.
6:10Who is she who looks forth as the morning,
Beautiful
as the moon,
Clear
as the sun,
Awesome
as an army with banners?
6:11I went down into the nut tree grove,
To see
the green plants of the valley,
To see
whether the vine budded,
And
the pomegranates were in flower.
6:12Without realizing it,
My desire
set me with my royal people's chariots.
Friends
6:13Return, return, Shulammite!
Return,
return, that we may gaze at you.
Lover
Why do you desire to gaze at the
Shulammite,
As at
the dance of Mahanaim?
7:1How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
prince's daughter!
Your
rounded thighs are like jewels,
The
work of the hands of a skillful workman.
7:2Your body is like a round goblet,
No mixed
wine is wanting.
Your waist is like a heap of wheat,
Set
about with lilies.
7:3Your two breasts are like two fawns,
That
are twins of a roe.
7:4Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your
eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the
gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your
nose is like the tower of Lebanon which
looks toward Damascus.
7:5Your head on you
is like Carmel,
The
hair of your head like purple;
The
king is held captive in its tresses.
7:6How beautiful and how pleasant are you,
Love,
for delights!
7:7This, your stature, is like a palm tree,
Your
breasts like its fruit.
7:8I said, "I will climb up into the
palm tree.
I will
take hold of its fruit."
Let your breasts be like clusters
of the vine,
The
smell of your breath like apples,
Beloved
7:9Your mouth like the best wine,
That
goes down smoothly for my beloved,
Gliding
through the lips of those who are asleep.
7:10I am my beloved's.
His
desire is toward me.
7:11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into
the field.
Let
us lodge in the villages.
7:12Let's go early up to the vineyards.
Let's
see whether the vine has budded,
Its
blossom is open,
And
the pomegranates are in flower.
There
I will give you my love.
7:13The mandrakes give forth fragrance.
At our
doors are all kinds of precious fruits,
new and old,
Which
I have stored up for you, my beloved.
8:1Oh that you were like my brother,
Who
sucked the breasts of my mother!
If I found you outside, I would
kiss you;
Yes,
and no one would despise me.
8:2I would lead you, bringing you into my
mother's house,
Who
would instruct me.
I would have you drink spiced wine,
Of the
juice of my pomegranate.
8:3His left hand would be under my head.
His
right hand would embrace me.
8:4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
That
you not stir up, nor awaken love,
Until
it so desires.
Friends
8:5Who is this who comes up from the wilderness,
Leaning
on her beloved?
Under the apple tree I aroused you.
There
your mother conceived you.
There
she was in labor and bore you.
8:6Set me as a seal on your heart,
As a
seal on your arm;
For
love is strong as death.
Jealousy
is as cruel as Sheol;
Its
flashes are flashes of fire,
A very
flame of Yahweh.
8:7Many waters can't quench love,
Neither
can floods drown it.
If a man would give all the wealth
of his house for love,
He would
be utterly scorned.
Friends
8:8We have a little sister.
She
has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
In the
day when she is to be spoken for?
8:9If she is a wall,
We will
build on her a turret of silver.
If she is a door,
We will
enclose her with boards of cedar.
Beloved
8:10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers,
Then
I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
8:11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon.
He leased
out the vineyard to keepers.
Each
was to bring a thousand shekels of silver
for its fruit.
8:12My own vineyard is before me.
The
thousand are for you, Solomon;
Two
hundred for those who tend its fruit.
Lover
8:13You who dwell in the gardens, with friends
in attendance,
Let
me hear your voice!
Beloved
8:14Come away, my beloved!
Be like
a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains
of spices!
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