The Song of Solomon

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Chapter One

Introduction

1 The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

 

Beloved

2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth– for your love is better than wine. 3 Your ointments have a goodly fragrance; your name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the maidens love you. 4 Draw me, we will run after you; the king has brought me into his chambers.

 

Friends

We will be glad and rejoice in you; we will find your love more fragrant than wine!

 

Beloved

Sincerely do they love you.

5 I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem; as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. 6 Do not look upon me, that I am dark, that the sun has tanned me; my mother’s sons were incensed against me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but I have not kept my own vineyard.

7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you feed, and where you make your flock to rest at noon; for why should I be as one that veils herself beside the flocks of your companions?

 

Lover

8 If you do not know, O you fairest among women, then go forth on your way by the footsteps of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents. 9 I have compared you, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots: 10 your cheeks are comely with circlets, and your neck with beads.

 

Friends

11 We will make you circlets of gold with studs of silver.

 

Beloved

12 While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance. 13 My beloved is to me as a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts; 14 my beloved is to me as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of En-gedi.

 

Lover

15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; your eyes are as doves.

 

Beloved

16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved; yes, pleasant.

 

Lover

Our bed is green, 17 the beams of our houses are cedars, and our panels are cypresses.

 

Chapter Two

Beloved

1 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

 

Lover

2 As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.

 

Beloved

3 As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I delighted to sit under his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. 4 He has brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me is love. 5 Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am lovesick.

6 Let his left hand be under my head, and his right hand embrace me. 7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not awaken, nor stir up love, until he pleases.

8 Hark! my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9 My beloved is like a gazelle, or a young hart; behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks in through the windows, he peers through the lattice. 10 My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 11 For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; 12 the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines in blossom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

 

Lover

14 O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the covering of the cliff: let me see your countenance, and let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.

 

Friends

15 Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.

 

Beloved

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his, that feeds among the lilies. 17 Until the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle, or a young hart, upon the mountains of spices.

 

Chapter Three

Beloved (Continued)

1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him. 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 loves. I sought him, but I did not find him. 3 The watchmen that go about the city found me, “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?” 4 Scarcely had I passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves; 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you do not awaken, nor stir up love, until he pleases.

6 Who is this that comes up out of the wilderness, like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? 7 Behold, it is the carriage of Solomon; sixty mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel. 8 They all handle the sword, and are experts in war; every man has his sword upon his thigh, because of terror in the night.

9 King Solomon made himself a chariot from the wood of Lebanon. 10 He made the its pillars of silver, the its top of gold, the its seat of purple, with its inside being inlaid with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. 11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and gaze upon king Solomon, even upon the crown with which his mother has crowned him in the day of his weddings, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

 

Chapter Four

Lover

1 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; your eyes are as doves behind your veil; your hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from mount Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, all shaped alike, which have come up from the washing; they are all are paired, and none fails among them. 3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely; your temples are like a pomegranate, split open behind your veil. 4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built with turrets, on which hangs a thousand shields, all the armor of the mighty men. 5 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day breathes, and the shadows flee away, I will get myself to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all fair, my love; and there is no spot in you. 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards. 9 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one bead of your necklace. 10 How fair is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all manner of spices! 11 Your lips, O my bride, drop honey; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13 Your shoots are a park of pomegranates, with precious fruits; henna with spikenard plants, 14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. 15 You are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

 

Beloved

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you south; blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits.

 

Chapter Five

Lover

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.

 

Friends

Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O lovers.

 

Beloved

2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. But listen! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, 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 heart was moved for him.

5 I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that go about the city found me; they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me. 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, what will you tell him? That I am lovesick.

 

Friends

9 How is your beloved better than another beloved, O you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you so adjure us?

 

Beloved

10 My beloved is white and ruddy, preeminent above ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are curled, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks; washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as banks of sweet herbs; his lips are as lilies, dropping with flowing myrrh. 14 His hands are as rods of gold set with beryl; his body is as polished ivory, overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

 

Chapter Six

Friends

1 Where has your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?

 

Beloved

2 My beloved has 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, that feeds among the lilies.

 

Lover

4 You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. 5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead. 6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing, of which all are paired, and none fails among them. 7 Your temples are like a pomegranate split open behind your veil. 8 There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number; 9 but my dove, my undefiled, is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her happy; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10 Who is she that looks forth as the dawn, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners? 11 I went down into the garden of nuts, to look at the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower. 12 Before I was aware, my soul set me upon the chariots of my princely people.

 

Friends

13 Return, return, O Shulammite; return, return, that we may look upon you.

 

Lover

What will you see in the Shulammite? As it were, a dance of two armies.

 

Chapter Seven

Lover (Continued)

1 How beautiful are your steps in sandals, O prince’s daughter! The curvature of your thighs are like the links of a chain, the work of the hands of a skilled workman. 2 Your navel is like a round goblet, in which no mingled wine is wanting; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle. 4 Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes as the pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. 5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held captive in its tresses. 6 How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights! 7 This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches; and let your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your countenance like apples; 9 and the roof of your mouth like the best wine.”

 

Beloved

Yes– that glides down smoothly for my beloved, moving gently the lips of those that are asleep. 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 whether the vine has budded, whether the vine blossom is opened, and the pomegranates are in flower; there will I give you my love. 13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

 

Chapter Eight

Beloved (Continued)

1 Oh that you were as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, and none would despise me. 2 I would lead you, and bring you into my mother’s house, that you might instruct me; I would cause you 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem: why should you awaken, or stir up love, until he pleases?

 

Friends

5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?

 

Beloved

Under the apple tree I awakened you; there your mother was in travail with you; there was she in travail and brought you forth. 6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave; its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of the LORD. 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, he would utterly be scorned.

 

Friends

8 We have a little sister, and she has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? 9 If she was a wall, we would build upon her a turret of silver; and if she was a door, we would enclose her with boards of cedar.

 

Beloved

10 I am a wall, and my breasts like its towers; then I was in his eyes as one that found peace. 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he gave over the vineyard to tenants; every one for its fruit brought in a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me; you, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, and those that keep its fruit shall have two hundred.

 

Lover

13 You that dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice: “Cause me to hear it.”

 

Beloved

14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart on the mountains of spices.

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