1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine.
3 Your anointing oils have a pleasant fragrance; Your name is like ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you.
4 Draw me; we will run after you - The king has brought me into his chambers - We will be glad and rejoice in you; We will extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.
5 I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not look at me, because I am black, Because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me keeper of the vineyards, But my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock? Where do you make it lie down at noon? For why should I be like one who is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If you yourself do not know, You fairest among women, Go forth on the footsteps of the flock, And pasture your young goats By the shepherds' tents.
9 I compare you, my love, To a mare among Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with plaits of ornaments, Your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you plaits of gold With studs of silver.
12 While the king was at his table, My spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh That lies at night between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Oh, you are beautiful, my love! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
16 Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant! Indeed, our couch is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; Our rafters are cypresses.
1 I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2 As a 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:In his shade I delighted and sat down, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 He brought me into the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with raisin cakes, Refresh me with apples, For I am sick with love.
6 His left hand is under my head, And his right hand embraces me.
7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields, Not to rouse up or awaken my love Until she pleases.
8 The voice of my beloved! Now he comes, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Now he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, He is glancing through the lattice.
10 My beloved responds and says to me, Rise up, my love, My beauty, and come away;
11 For now the winter is past; The rain is over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree has ripened its figs, And the vines are in blossom - they give forth their fragrance. Rise up, my love, My beauty, and come away.
14 My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see your countenance, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your countenance is lovely.
15 Catch the foxes for us, The little foxes, That ruin the vineyards While our vineyards are in blossom.
16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; He pastures his flock among the lilies.
17 Until the day dawns and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart On the mountains of Bether.
1 On my bed night after night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not.
2 I will rise now and go about in the city; In the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but found him not.
3 The watchmen who go about in the city found me - Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4 Scarcely had I passed them When I found him whom my soul loves; I held him and would not let go Until I had brought him into my mother's house And into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields, Not to rouse up or awaken my love Until she pleases.
6 Who is she who comes up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
7 There is Solomon's bed; Sixty mighty men surround it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
8 All of them wield the sword and are expert in war; Each man has his sword at his thigh Because of the night alarms.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10 Its posts he made of silver, Its bottom, of gold; Its seat, of purple; Its midst was inlaid with love From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, And look at King Solomon with the crown With which his mother crowned him On the day of his espousals, Yes, on the day of the gladness of his heart.
1 Oh, you are beautiful, my love! Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil; Your hair is like a flock of goats That repose on Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes That have come up from the washing, All of which have borne twins, And none of them is bereaved of her young.
3 Your lips are like a scarlet thread, And your mouth is lovely; Your cheeks are like a piece of pomegranate Behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armory:A thousand bucklers hang on it, All the shields of the mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle, That feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day dawns and the shadows flee away, I, for my part, will go to the mountain of myrrh And to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are altogether beautiful, my love, And there is no blemish in you.
8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; With me from Lebanon come. Look from the top of Amana, From the top of Senir and Hermon, From the lions' dens, From the leopards' mountains.
9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; You have ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes, With one strand of your necklace.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, And the fragrance of your ointments Than all spices!
11 Your lips drip fresh honey, my bride; Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the fragrance of your garments Is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride, A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates With choicest fruit; Henna with spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron; Calamus and cinnamon, With all the trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, With all the chief spices.
15 A fountain in gardens, A well of living water, And streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind; And come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden:Let its spices flow forth; Let my beloved come into his garden And eat his choicest fruit.
1 I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; 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, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!
2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking:Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; For my head is full of dew, My locks with the drops of night.
3 I have put off my garment; How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet; How can I dirty them again?
4 My beloved put his hand into the opening of the door, And my inner parts yearned for him.
5 I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dripped with myrrh, My fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
6 I opened to my beloved, But my beloved had withdrawn; he was gone. My soul failed when he spoke; I sought him, but found him not; I called him - he answered me not.
7 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They struck me; they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
8 I adjure, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, What shall you tell him? That I am sick with love.
9 What is your beloved more than some other's beloved, O you most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than some other's beloved, That you adjure us so?
10 My beloved is dazzling white yet ruddy, Distinguished among ten thousand.
11 His head is the finest gold; His locks are wavy, As black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves Beside the streams of water, Bathed in milk, Fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Mounds of sweetly fragrant herbs; His lips are lilies, Dripping with liquid myrrh.
14 His hands are tubes of gold, Set with beryl; His belly is an ivory work, Overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are pillars of white marble, Set upon bases of gold; His appearance is like Lebanon, As excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is sweetness itself, And he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1 Where has your beloved gone, O you most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you?
2 My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens And gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine; He pastures his flock among the lilies.
4 You are as beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, As lovely as Jerusalem, As terrible as an army with banners.
5 Turn your eyes away from me, For they overwhelm me, Your hair is like a flock of goats That repose on Mount Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes That have come up from the washing, All of which have borne twins, And none of them is bereaved of her young.
7 Your cheeks are like a piece of pomegranate Behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines And virgins without number.
9 My dove, my perfect one, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, They also praised her.
10 Who is this woman who looks forth like the dawn, As beautiful as the moon, As clear as the sun, As terrible as an army with banners?
11 I went down to the orchard of nuts To see the freshness of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded, Whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12 Before I was aware, My soul set me among the chariots of my noble people.
13 Return, return, O Shulammite; Return, return, that we may gaze at you. Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As upon the dance of two camps?
1 How beautiful are your footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilled artist.
2 Your navel is a round goblet That never lacks mixed wine; Your belly is a heap of wheat, Fenced in by lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, Twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; Your eyes, like the pools in Heshbon By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, Which faces Damascus.
5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, And the locks of your head like purple. The king is fettered by your tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant in delights You are, O love!
7 This your stature is like a palm tree, And your breasts are like the clusters.
8 I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its branches; And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of your nose like apples,
9 And the roof of your mouth like the best wine - Going down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.
10 I am my beloved's, And his desire is for me.
11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields; Let us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us rise up early for the vineyards; Let us see if the vine has budded, If the blossom is open, If the pomegranates are in bloom; There I will give you my love.
13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, And over our doors are all choice fruits, New as well as old. These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.
1 O that you were like a brother to me, Who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, And none would despise me.
2 I would lead you and bring you Into my mother's house, Who has instructed me; I would make you drink spiced wine From the juice of my pomegranate.
3 His left hand would be under my head, And his right hand would embrace me.
4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, Do not rouse up or awaken my love Until she pleases.
5 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, Leaning on her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree:There your mother was in labor with you; There she was in labor and brought you forth.
6 Set me as a seal on your heart, As a seal on your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol; Its flashes are the flashes of fire, A flame of Jehovah.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, Nor do floods drown it. If a man gave all the substance of his house for love, It would be utterly despised.
8 We have a little sister, And she has no breasts:What shall we do for our sister On the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, We will build on her a battlement of silver; And if she is a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; Then I was in his eyes like one who has found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon:He let out the vineyard to keepers; Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You will have the thousand, O Solomon; And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.
13 O you who dwell in the gardens, My companions listen for your voice; Let me hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.