Song of Solomon 1
1The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's. The woman speaking to herself 1
2Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man 1 for your love is better than wine. 1
3Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; 1 your name is like flowing perfume, 1 so the young women love you. 1
4Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself 1 The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man 1 We are glad; We rejoice about you; 1 let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. 1 It is natural for the other women to adore you. The woman speaking to the other women 1
5I am dark but lovely, 1 you daughters of Jerusalem— 1 dark like the tents of Kedar, 1 lovely like the curtains of Solomon. 1
6Do not stare at me because I am dark, 1 because the sun has scorched me. 1 My mother's sons were angry with me; 1 they made me keeper of the vineyards, 1 but my own vineyard I have not kept. The woman speaking to the man 1
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, 1 where do you feed your flock? 1 Where do you rest your flock at noontime? 1 Why should I be like someone who wanders 1 beside the flocks of your companions? The man speaking to the woman 1
8If you do not know, most beautiful among women, 1 follow the tracks of my flock, 1 and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents. 1
9I compare you, my love, 1 to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses. 1
10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, 1 your neck with strings of jewels. 1
11We will make for you gold ornaments 1 with silver studs. The woman speaking to herself 1
12While the king lay on his couch, 1 my nard emitted its fragrance. 1
13My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh 1 that spends the night lying between my breasts. 1
14My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers 1 in the vineyards of En Gedi. The man speaking to the woman 1
15Listen, you are beautiful, my love; 1 listen, you are beautiful; 1 your eyes are doves. The woman speaking to the man 1
16Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. 1 The lush plants are our bed. 1
17The beams of our house are cedars; 1 our rafters are firs.