The Song of Solomon
1:1: The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
1:2: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
1:3: Because of the savour of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins
love thee.
1:4: Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath
brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee,
we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
1:5: I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
1:6: Look not upon me, because I am black, because
the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with
me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard
have I not kept.
1:7: Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou
feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why
should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
1:8: If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,
go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids
beside the shepherds' tents.
1:9: I have compared thee, O my love, to a company
of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
1:10: Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels,
thy neck with chains of gold.
1:11: We will make thee borders of gold with studs
of silver.
1:12: While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard
sendeth forth the smell thereof.
1:13: A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me;
he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
1:14: My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire
in the vineyards of En-gedi.
1:15: Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
1:16: Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
also our bed is green.
1:17: The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters
of fir.
2:1: I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the
valleys.
2:2: As the lily among thorns, so is my love among
the daughters.
2:3: As 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, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
2:4: He brought me to the banqueting house, and his
banner over me was love.
2:5: Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples:
for I am sick of love.
2:6: His left hand is under my head, and his right
hand doth embrace me.
2:7: I charge you, O 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.
2:8: The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh
leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
2:9: My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold,
he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,
shewing himself through the lattice.
2:10: My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up,
my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:11: For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over
and gone;
2:12: The flowers appear on the earth; the time of
the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard
in our land;
2:13: The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise,
my love, my fair one, and come away.
2:14: O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,
let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance
is comely.
2:15: Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil
the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
2:16: My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth
among the lilies.
2:17: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon
the mountains of Bether.
3:1: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul
loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3:2: I will rise now, and go about the city in the
streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
3:3: The watchmen that go about the city found me:
to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
3:4: It was but a little that I passed from them,
but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not
let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and
into the chamber of her that conceived me.
3:5: I charge you, O 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.
3:6: Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness
like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with
all powders of the merchant?
3:7: Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore
valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
3:8: They all hold swords, being expert in war: every
man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
3:9: King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood
of Lebanon.
3:10: 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 the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11: Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold
king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in
the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his
heart.
4:1: Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou
art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is
as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
4:2: Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are
even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one
bear twins, and none is barren among them.
4:3: Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy
speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate
within thy locks.
4:4: Thy neck is like the tower of David builded
for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields
of mighty men.
4:5: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that
are twins, which feed among the lilies.
4:6: Until the day break, and the shadows flee away,
I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
4:7: Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot
in thee.
4:8: Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me
from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir
and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
4:9: Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain
of thy neck.
4:10: How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse!
how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine
ointments than all spices!
4:11: Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments
is like the smell of Lebanon.
4:12: A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse;
a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
4:13: Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates,
with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
4:14: Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon,
with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the
chief spices:
4:15: A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,
and streams from Lebanon.
4:16: Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let
my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
5:1: I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse:
I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb
with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends;
drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
5:2: I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice
of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my
love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and
my locks with the drops of the night.
5:3: I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
5:4: My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the
door, and my bowels were moved for him.
5:5: 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.
5:6: I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought
him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no
answer.
5:7: The watchmen that went about the city found
me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took
away my veil from me.
5:8: I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye
find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
5:9: What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another
beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
5:10: My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest
among ten thousand.
5:11: His head is as the most fine gold, his locks
are bushy, and black as a raven.
5:12: His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers
of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
5:13: His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet
flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
5:14: His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl:
his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
5:15: His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon
sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent
as the cedars.
5:16: His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether
lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters
of Jerusalem.
6:1: Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest
among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may
seek him with thee.
6:2: My beloved is gone down into his garden, to
the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
6:3: I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he
feedeth among the lilies.
6:4: Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely
as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
6:5: Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have
overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from
Gilead.
6:6: Thy 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.
6:7: As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples
within thy locks.
6:8: There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number.
6:9: My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the
only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare
her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens
and the concubines, and they praised her.
6:10: Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with
banners?
6:11: I went down into the garden of nuts to see
the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished,
and the pomegranates budded.
6:12: Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the
chariots of Amminadib.
6:13: Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return,
that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite?
As it were the company of two armies.
7:1: How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work
of the hands of a cunning workman.
7:2: Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth
not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with
lilies.
7:3: Thy two breasts are like two young roes that
are twins.
7:4: Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes
like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy
nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
7:5: Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the
hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
7:6: How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love,
for delights!
7:7: This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and
thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
7:8: I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will
take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be
as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
7:9: And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine
for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those
that are asleep to speak.
7:10: I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward
me.
7:11: Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the
field; let us lodge in the villages.
7:12: Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us
see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and
the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
7:13: The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates
are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid
up for thee, O my beloved.
8:1: 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.
8:2: I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's
house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced
wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
8:3: His left hand should be under my head, and his
right hand should embrace me.
8:4: I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that
ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
8:5: Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree:
there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth
that bare thee.
8:6: Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal
upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel
as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath
a most vehement flame.
8:7: Many waters cannot quench love, neither can
the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of
his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
8:8: We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:
what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken
for?
8:9: If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace
of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards
of cedar.
8:10: I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then
was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
8:11: Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let
out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof
was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
8:12: My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou,
O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit
thereof two hundred.
8:13: Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.
8:14: Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to
a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.