Song of Solomon 1–8
1 *The asong bof songs, which is Solomon’s.
2 Let him kiss me with cthe kisses of his mouth:
For d†thy love is better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments
Thy ename is as ointment poured forth,
Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4 fDraw me, gwe will run after thee:
hThe king hath brought me into his ichambers:
jWe will be glad and rejoice in thee,
We will remember dthy love more than wine:
||The upright love thee.
5 I am black, but kcomely, lO ye daughters of Jerusalem,
As mthe tents of nKedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am black,
Because the sun hath olooked upon me:
My mother’s children were angry with me;
They made me pthe keeper of the vineyards;
But qmine own vineyard have I not kept.
7 Tell me, O thou qqwhom my soul loveth,
Where thou feedest, where thou makest rthy flock to rest at noon:
For why should I be ||as one that turneth aside by the flocks of sthy companions?
8 If thou know not, tO thou fairest among women,
Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,
And feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
9 I have compared thee, uO my love,
To a company of xhorses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10 yThy cheeks are comely with zrows of jewels,
Thy neck with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee zborders of gold
With studs of silver.
12 While athe king sitteth at his table,
My bspikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
13 A bundle of cmyrrh is my wellbeloved unto me;
He shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me as a dcluster of ||camphire
In the vineyards of eEn-gedi.
15 fBehold, thou art fair, ||my love; behold, thou art fair;
16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
Also our bed is green.
17 The hbeams of iour house are jcedar,
And the clily of the valleys.
2 As the clily among thorns,
So is dmy love among the daughters.
3 As the eapple tree among the trees of the wood,
So is my beloved among the sons.
†I sat down funder his shadow with great delight,
And ghis fruit was sweet to my †taste.
4 hHe brought me to the †banqueting house,
And his banner over me was love.
5 iStay me with jflagons, †comfort me with eapples:
For lI am sick of love.
6 mHis left hand is under my head,
mAnd his right hand doth embrace me.
7 †nI charge you, oO ye daughters of Jerusalem,
By the pqroes, and by the prhinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh
Leaping supon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is tlike a roe or a tuyoung hart:
Behold, he standeth behind our wall,
He vlooketh forth at the windows,
†Shewing himself through the lattice.
10 My beloved wspake, and said unto me,
xRise up, dmy love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the yturtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
And the vines with the ztender grape give a zzgood smell.
aArise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14 O bmy dove, cthat art din the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the estairs,
Let me see thy countenance, flet me hear thy voice;
For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is gcomely.
15 Take us the hfoxes,
The little foxes, that spoil the vines:
For our vines have ztender grapes.
16 iMy beloved is mine, and I am his:
He kfeedeth among the lilies.
17 lUntil the day break, and the shadows flee away,
Turn, my beloved,
And mbe thou like a roe or a young hart
Upon the mountains ||of nBether.
3 aBy night on my bed I sought bhim whom my soul loveth:
cI sought him, but I found him not.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city
In the dstreets, and ein the broad ways
I will seek bhim whom my soul loveth:
cI sought him, but I found him not.
3 fThe watchmen that go about the city found me:
gTo whom I said, Saw ye bhim whom my soul loveth?
4 It was but a little that I passed from them,
But I found bhim whom my soul loveth:
I hheld him, and would not hilet him go,
Until I had jbrought him into my mother’s house,
And into the chamber of kher that conceived me.
5 lI charge you, mO 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.
6 nWho is othis that cometh out of the wilderness like ppillars of smoke,
Perfumed with qmyrrh and frankincense,
With all powders of the rmerchant?
7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s;
sThreescore valiant men are about it,
Of the valiant of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war:
Every man hath this sword upon his thigh ubecause of fear ain the night.
9 King Solomon made himself ||a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
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 wthe daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O ye daughters of xZion, and behold king Solomon
With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him
yIn the day of his espousals,
And yin the day of the gladness of his heart.
4 aBehold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thou hast doves’ eyes bwithin thy bclocks:
dThy hair is as a flock of egoats, ||dthat appear from mount fGilead.
2 gThy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing;
gWhereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Thy lips are like a hthread of scarlet, and thy speech is icomely:
kThy temples are like a piece of a klpomegranate bwithin thy clocks.
4 mThy neck is like the tower of David
Builded for an narmoury,
Whereon there ohang a thousand bucklers, all pshields of mighty men.
5 qThy two breasts are like two ryoung qroes that are twins,
Which sfeed among the lilies.
6 tUntil the day †break, and uthe shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of wmyrrh, and to the hill of wfrankincense.
7 aThou art all fair, my love; there is xno spot in thee.
8 Come with me from yLebanon, my zspouse, with me from Lebanon:
Look from the top of aAmana, from the top of bShenir and bHermon,
From the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the cleopards.
9 Thou hast ||ravished my heart, dmy sister, my spouse;
Thou hast ||ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
With eone chain of thy neck.
10 How fair is thy love, dmy sister, my spouse!
How much fbetter is thy love than wine!
And gthe smell of thine ointments than all spices!
11 hThy lips, O my spouse, drop as the ihoneycomb:
hHoney and milk are under thy tongue;
And the smell of thy garments is jlike the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden †inclosed is dmy sister, my spouse;
A spring †shut up, ka fountain lsealed.
13 Thy plants are an morchard of npomegranates, with opleasant fruits;
14 pSpikenard and saffron;
qCalamus and qcinnamon, with all trees of rfrankincense;
qrsMyrrh and saloes, with all the qtchief spices:
15 A fountain of gardens, a well of uliving waters,
And streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
xBlow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.
yLet my beloved come into his garden,
And zeat his opleasant fruits.
5 aI am come into my garden, bmy sister, my spouse:
I have cgathered my dmyrrh with my spice;
eI have eaten my fhoneycomb with my honey;
gI have drunk my wine with my milk:
Eat, O hfriends; drink, ||yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart waketh:
It is the voice of my beloved that iknocketh, ksaying,
Open to me, bmy sister, lmy love, mmy dove, nmy undefiled:
For my head is filled with dew,
And my olocks with the pdrops of the night.
3 qI have put off my coat; qqhow shall I put it on?
I have rwashed my feet; how shall I defile them?
4 My beloved put in his hand by sthe hole of the door,
And tmy bowels were moved ||for him.
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.
But my beloved had uwithdrawn himself, and was gone:
My soul failed wwhen he spake:
xI sought him, but I could not find him;
yI called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 zThe watchmen that went about the city found me,
They asmote me, they wounded me;
The keepers of the walls took away my bveil from me.
8 cI charge you, dO daughters of Jerusalem,
If ye find my beloved, †that ye tell him,
That eI am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, fO thou fairest among women?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so ccharge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,
†The gchiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is as hthe most ifine gold,
His klocks are ||bushy, and black as a raven.
12 lHis eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk, and †fitly set.
13 nHis cheeks are as a obed of spices, as ||sweet flowers:
pHis lips like qlilies, dropping rsweet smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold rings mset with the sberyl:
His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with tsapphires.
15 uHis legs are as xpillars of marble, set upon sockets of ifine gold:
His countenance is as yLebanon, excellent as the ycedars.
16 †His mouth is zmost sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend, dO daughters of Jerusalem.
6 Whither is thy beloved gone, aO thou fairest among women?
Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
2 My beloved is gone down into bhis garden, to the cbeds of spices,
To feed in the gardens, and to gather dlilies.
3 eI am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine:
He feedeth among the dlilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O fmy love, as gTirzah,
hComely as Jerusalem,
iTerrible as an army kwith banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for ||they have overcome me:
lThy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 mThy 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.
7 nAs a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
8 There are othreescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
And pvirgins without number.
9 qMy dove, rmy undefiled is but one;
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