Song of Solomon 3:1–8:14
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;
She is the only one of her mother,
She is the schoice one of ther that bare her.
uThe daughters saw her, and blessed her;
Yea, othe queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 xWho is she that looketh forth as the morning,
Fair as ythe moon, sclear as yzthe sun,
And iterrible as an army with banners?
11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the afruits of the valley,
And bto see whether the vine flourished, and bthe cpomegranates dbudded.
12 †Or ever I was aware,
My soul ||made me like the echariots of Ammi-nadib.
13 Return, return, O fShulamite;
Return, return, that we may look upon thee.
What will ye see in the Shulamite?
As it were the gcompany ||of two armies.
7 How beautiful are athy feet with shoes, bO prince’s daughter!
The joints of thy thighs are like cjewels,
The work of the hands of da cunning workman.
2 Thy navel is like a round egoblet, which wanteth not †liquor:
Thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with flilies.
3 gThy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
4 hThy neck is as a tower of ivory;
Thine eyes like the fishpools in iHeshbon, by the gate of kBath-rabbim:
Thy nose is as lthe tower of mLebanon which looketh toward nDamascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is like ||oCarmel,
And pthe hair of thine head like purple;
qThe king is †held in the rgalleries.
6 How fair and how spleasant art thou, O love, for tdelights!
7 This thy stature is like to a upalm tree,
And thy breasts to xclusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to the upalm tree,
I will take hold of the boughs thereof:
Now also thy breasts shall be as xclusters of the vine,
And the smell of thy nose like yapples;
9 And zthe roof of thy mouth like the best wine
For my beloved, athat goeth down †sweetly,
Causing the lips ||of those that are basleep to speak.
10 cI am my beloved’s, and his ddesire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to the vineyards;
Let us esee if the vine flourish, whether the ftender grape †appear,
And ethe pomegranates bud forth:
There will I give thee my loves.
13 The gmandrakes give a smell,
And at hour gates are all manner of ipleasant fruits,
jNew and old,
Which I have klaid up for thee, O my beloved.
8 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother!
When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee;
Yea, †I should not be despised.
2 I would lead thee, and abring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me:
I would cause thee to drink of bspiced wine of the cjuice of my dpomegranate.
3 eHis left hand should be under my head,
eAnd his right hand should embrace me.
4 fI charge you, gO daughters of Jerusalem,
†That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
5 hWho is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her beloved?
I iraised thee up under the kapple tree:
There thy mother brought thee forth:
There she brought thee forth that bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart,
As la seal upon thine arm:
For mlove is strong as death;
nJealousy is †cruel as the grave:
The ocoals thereof are coals of fire,
Which hath pa most vehement qflame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love,
Neither can the floods drown it:
iIf a man would give all the substance of his house for love,
It would utterly be contemned.
8 We have a little sister, and rshe hath no breasts:
What shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?
9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a spalace of silver:
And if she be a door, we will inclose her with tboards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts like utowers:
Then was I in his eyes as one that found †