Song of Songs 1
1A Song of Songs which is Solomon’s
2LET him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: Because thy breasts are better than wine;
3and the fragrance of thine odours is above all perfumes—Thy name out-poured oil, therefore the virgins have loved thee.
4Thou art drawn: after thee we will run to the fragrance of thy perfumes. The king brought me into his inner apartment. Let us rejoice and be gladdened by thee. We will love thy breasts better than wine: rectitude hath loved thee.
5I am brown but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem; like the tents of Kedar—like the curtains of Solomon.
6Look not on me, because I am of a dark complexion—Because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother’s children quarrelled with me—They made me a keeper in the vineyards. Mine own vineyard I did not watch.
7Tell me thou whom my soul loveth, where thou tendest thy flock—Where thou causest it to rest at noon, perhaps I may be like a wanderer among the tents of thy companions.
8If thou wouldst not make thyself known, O fairest of women; go out by thyself in the track of the flock; and feed thy kids by the shepherds’ tents.
9To that steed of mine in Pharao’s chariot I have compared thee, my love!
10What! thy cheeks are beautiful as a turtle dove’s: and thy neck as strings of pearls.
11We will make for thee suitable figures of gold with spangles of silver.
12While the king was at his banquet, my spikenard sent forth its odour.
13My dear brother is to me a nosegay of stacte: it shall be lodged in my bosom.
14My dear brother is to me a cluster of the cypress, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
15Behold thou art fair, my love; behold thou art fair. Thine eyes are doves.
16Behold thou art comely, my dear brother—beautiful indeed! Near our bed thou wast shaded.
17The beams of our houses are cedar. Cypress our vaulted ceilings.