[1] The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
[2] Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better
than wine.
[3] Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment
poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
[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.
[5] I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of
[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.
[7] Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou
makest thy flock to rest at
[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.
[9] I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's
chariots.
[10] Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of
gold.
[11] We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
[12] While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the
smell thereof.
[13] A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night
betwixt my breasts.
[14] My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of
En-gedi.
[15] Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
doves' eyes.
[16] Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is
green.
[17] The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
[1] I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the
valleys.
[2] As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[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.
[4] He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was
love.
[5] Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
[6] His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
[7] I charge you, O ye daughters of
[8] The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the
mountains, skipping upon the hills.
[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.
[10] My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my 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 turtle is heard in our land;
[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.
[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.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our
vines have tender grapes.
[16] My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
[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.
[1] By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul
loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
[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] The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye
him whom my soul loveth?
[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.
[5] I charge you, O ye daughters of
[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?
[7] Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about
it, of the valiant of
[8] They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword
upon his thigh because of fear in 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 the
daughters of Jerusalem.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[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] Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon
there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
[5] Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed
among the lilies.
[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.
[7] Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
[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.
[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.
[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!
[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.
[12] A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a
fountain sealed.
[13] Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits;
camphire, with spikenard,
[14] Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
[15] A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from
Lebanon.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[3] I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my
feet; how shall I defile them?
[4] My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my 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.
[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.
[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.
[8] I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that
ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
[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?
[10] My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
[11] His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black
as a raven.
[12] His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
with milk, and fitly set.
[13] His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like
lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
[14] His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as
bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
[15] His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold:
his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
[16] His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my
beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
[1] Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among
women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
[2] My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to
feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
[3] I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the
lilies.
[4] Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
[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] 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.
[7] As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
[8] There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins
without number.
[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.
[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?
[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.
[12] Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of
Amminadib.
[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.
[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.
[2] Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy
belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
[3] Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.
[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.
[5] Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like
purple; the king is held in the galleries.
[6] How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
[7] This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters
of grapes.
[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;
[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.
[10] I am my beloved's, and his desire 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 see if the vine
flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth:
there will I give thee my loves.
[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.
[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.
[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.
[3] His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should
embrace me.
[4] I charge you, O daughters of
[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.
[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.
[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] 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?
[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.
[10] I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as
one that found favour.
[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.
[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.
[13] Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy
voice: cause me to hear it.
[14] Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young
hart upon the mountains of spices.