Song of Sol. 1:1‑8:14• 1The Song of songs which [is] Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
3Thine ointments have sweet fragrance;{HR}Thy name [is] ointment poured forth:{HR}Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4Draw me: we will run after thee{HR}(The king hath brought me into his chamber);{HR}We will be glad and rejoice in thee;{HR}We will make mention of thy love more than of wine.{HR}Upright ones love thee.
5I [am] black but comely, O daughter of Jerusalem,{HR}As the tents of Kedar,{HR}As the curtains of Solomon.
6Look not upon me, because I [am] black,{HR}Because the sun hath looked upon (scorched) me.{HR}My mother's sons were angry with me;{HR}They made me keeper of the vineyards:{HR}Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth,{HR}Where thou feedest [thy flock],{HR}Where thou makest [it] to rest at noon;{HR}For why should I be as one veiled (wandering){HR}Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, thou fairest among women,{HR}Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,{HR}And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9I have compared thee, my love (friend),{HR}To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Thy cheeks [are] comely with plaits,{HR}Thy neck with jewel chains.
11We will make thee plaits of gold{HR}With studs of silver.
12While the king is at his table,{HR}My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13My beloved [is] unto me a bundle of myrrh{HR}That lieth between my breasts.
14My beloved [is] unto me a cluster of henna-flowers{HR}In the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, thou [art] fair, my love;{HR}Behold, thou [art] fair:{HR}Thine eyes [are as] doves'.
16Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea pleasant:{HR}Also our couch [is] green.
17The beams of our houses [are] cedars,{HR}Our rafters firs.
1I [am] a crocus of the Sharon,{HR}A lily of the valley.
2As a lily among thorns,{HR}So is my love among the daughters.
3As the citron among the trees of the wood,{HR}So is my beloved among the sons.{HR}In his shadow I delighted and sat down,{HR}And his fruit [is] sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the house of wine,{HR}And his banner over me [is] love.
5Stay ye me with raisin-cakes,{HR}Refresh me with citrons;{HR}For I am sick of love.
6His left hand [is] under my head,{HR}And his right hand doth embrace me.
7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}By the gazelles and by the hinds of the field,{HR}That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold he cometh,{HR}Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart.{HR}Behold, he standeth behind our wall,{HR}He looketh in through the windows,{HR}He glanceth through the lattice.
10My beloved spake and said unto me,{HR}Rise up, my fair one, and come away.
11For, behold, the winter is past,{HR}The rain is over, it is gone;
12The flowers appear on the earth;{HR}The time of singing is come,{HR}And the voice of the thrush is heard in our land;
13The fig tree melloweth her winter figs,{HR}And the vines in bloom give forth fragrance.{HR}Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock,{HR}In the covert of the precipice,{HR}Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice;{HR}For sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance comely.
15Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards:{HR}For our vineyards are in bloom.
16My beloved [is] mine, and I his;{HR}He feedeth [his flock] among the lilies.
17Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away,{HR}Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle, or a young hart,{HR}Upon the mountains of Bether.
1On my bed, by night{HR}I sought him whom my soul loveth;{HR}I sought him, but I found him not.
2I will rise now and go about the city;{HR}In the streets and in the broad ways{HR}I will seek him whom my soul loveth;{HR}I sought him, but I found him not.
3The watchmen that go about the city found me:{HR}—Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?—
4Scarcely had I passed from them,{HR}When I found him whom my soul loveth;{HR}I held him and would not let him go,{HR}Until I had brought him into my mother's house,{HR}And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}By the gazelles or by the hinds of the field,{HR}That ye stir not up nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
6Who is this, that [fem.] cometh up out of the wilderness{HR}Like pillars of smoke,{HR}Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,{HR}With all powders of the merchant?
7Behold his litter, Solomon's own:{HR}Threescore mighty men are about it,{HR}Of the mighty of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, experts in war.{HR}Each hath his sword on his thigh{HR}Because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a palanquin{HR}Of the wood of Lebanon.
10Its pillars he made of silver,{HR}The base of gold, its seat of purple,{HR}The midst of it being paved [with] love{HR}By the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, daughters of Zion,{HR}And behold king Solomon{HR}With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him{HR}In the day of his espousals,{HR}And in the day of the gladness of his heart.
1Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair;{HR}Thine eyes [are] doves behind thy veil;{HR}Thy hair [is] as a flock of goats{HR}That appears on the side of mount Gilead.
2Thy teeth [are] like a flock of shorn [ewes]{HR}Which go up from the washing,{HR}Which have all borne twins,{HR}And none bereaved among them.
3Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet,{HR}And thy speech comely.{HR}As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples{HR}Behind thy veil.
4Thy neck [is] like the tower of David{HR}Built for an armoury:{HR}A thousand bucklers hang thereon,{HR}All shields of mighty men.
5Thy two breasts [are] like two fawns, twins of a gazelle,{HR}Which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day dawn and the shadows flee away.{HR}I will get me to the mountain of myrrh,{HR}And to the hill of frankincense.
7Thou [art] all fair, my love and [there is] no spot in thee.
8With me from Lebanon, spouse, with me from Lebanon;{HR}Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon,{HR}From the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister spouse;{HR}Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,{HR}With one chain of thy neck.
10How fair is thy love, my sister spouse!{HR}How much better is thy love than wine,{HR}And the fragrance of thine ointment than all spices!
11Thy lips, spouse, drop honeycomb;{HR}Honey and milk [are] under thy tongue;{HR}And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden shut up is my sister spouse,{HR}A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13Thy shoots [are] an orchard of pomegranates with precious fruits{HR}Henna with spikenard plants;
14spikenard and saffron;{HR}Calamus and cinnamon with all trees of frankincense;{HR}Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,{HR}Which stream from Lebanon.
16Awake, north wind, and come, south;{HR}Blow upon my garden [that] the spices thereof may flow forth.{HR}Let my beloved come into his garden{HR}And eat his precious fruits.
1I am come into my garden, my sister spouse;{HR}I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;{HR}I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;{HR}I have drunk my wine with my milk.{HR}Eat, O friends; drink, yea drink abundantly, beloved one.
2I was asleep, but my heart waked.{HR}The voice of my beloved that knocketh [saying],{HR}Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled;{HR}For my head is filled with dew,{HR}My locks with the drops of the night.
3I have put off my coat: how shall I put it on?{HR}I have washed my feet: how shall I defile them?
4My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door];{HR}And my bowels yearned for him.
5I rose to open for my beloved,{HR}And my hands dropped with myrrh,{HR}And my fingers with liquid myrrh.
6I opened to my beloved;{HR}But my beloved had turned away—was gone.{HR}My soul went forth when he spoke:{HR}I sought him, but I found him not;{HR}I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7The watchmen that go about the city found me,{HR}They smote me, they wounded me;{HR}The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
8I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}If ye find my beloved,{HR}That ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
9What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved,{HR}Thou fairest among women?{HR}What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved,{HR}That thou dost so charge us?
10My beloved [is] white and ruddy,{HR}The chiefest among ten thousand.
11His head [is] finest gold;{HR}His locks [are] flowing, black as the raven;
12His eyes [are] like doves by the water brooks,{HR}Washed with milk, fitly set;
13His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, banks of sweet herbs;{HR}His lips, lilies dropping liquid myrrh;
14His hands, gold rings set with beryl;{HR}His body [is] ivory work overlaid (with) sapphires;
15His legs, pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold;{HR}His aspect, as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars;
16His mouth [is] most sweet;{HR}Yea he [is] altogether lovely.{HR}This [is] my beloved, yea this [is] my friend,{HR}O daughters of Jerusalem.
1Whither is thy beloved gone,{HR}Thou fairest among women?{HR}Whither hath thy beloved turned,{HR}And we will seek him with thee?
2My beloved is gone down to his garden,{HR}To the beds of spice,{HR}To feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine:{HR}He feedeth [his] flock among the lilies.
4Thou [art] fair, my love, as Tirzah,{HR}Comely as Jerusalem,{HR}Terrible as bannered [hosts].
5Turn away thine eyes from me,{HR}For they overcome me,{HR}Thy hair [is] as a flock of goats{HR}On the slopes of Gilead.
6Thy teeth [are] like a flock of ewes{HR}Which go up from the washing,{HR}Which have all borne twins,{HR}And none [is] bereaved among them.
7As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples{HR}Behind thy veil.
8There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines,{HR}And virgins without number.
9My dove, mine undefiled, is one;{HR}She [is] the only one of her mother,{HR}She [is] the choice one of her that bare her.{HR}The daughters saw her and called her blessed;{HR}The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the dawn,{HR}Fair as the moon,{HR}Clear as the sun,{HR}Terrible as bannered [hosts]?
11I went down into the garden of nuts,{HR}To see the verdure of the valley,{HR}To see whether the vine budded—{HR}The pomegranates blossomed.
12Before I was aware,{HR}My soul set me [in] the chariots of my willing people.
13Return, return, O Shulamite;
1How beautiful are thy steps in sandals,{HR}Ο prince's daughter!{HR}The joints of thy thighs like jewels,{HR}Work of the hands of a skilful artist.
2Thy navel [is] a round goblet, wanting not mixture;{HR}Thy belly, a heap of wheat set about with lilies;
3Thy two breasts are two fawns, twins of a gazelle;
4Thy neck as a tower of ivory;{HR}Thine eyes, the pool in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim;{HR}Thy nose as the tower of Lebanon looking toward Damascus;
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel,{HR}And the locks of thy head as purple—{HR}The king held captive in the tresses.
6How fair and how pleasant [art] thou, love, in delights!
7This thy stature [is] as a palm-tree,{HR}And thy breasts [grape-] clusters.
8I said, I will go up the palm-tree,{HR}I will take hold of the branches thereof;{HR}And thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,{HR}And the smell of thy nose as apples;
9And the roof of thy mouth as the best wine{HR}Goeth down aright for my beloved,{HR}Gliding over the lips of those asleep.
10I am my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field,{HR}Let us lodge in the villages;
12Let us get up early to the vineyards,{HR}Let us see if the vine hath budded,{HR}The blossoms appear, the pomegranates bloom:{HR}There will I give thee my loves.
13The mandrakes yield fragrance;{HR}And at our doors [are] all choice fruits:{HR}New and old I have laid them up for thee, my beloved.
1Oh that thou wert as my brother,{HR}That sucked the breasts of my mother!{HR}Should I find thee without, I would kiss thee;{HR}And they would not despise me.
2I would lead thee—bring thee into my mother's house:{HR}Thou wouldest instruct me;{HR}I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine,{HR}Of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand [would be] under my head,{HR}And his right hand embrace me.
4I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem,{HR}Why should you stir up, why awake [my] love, till he please.
5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness,{HR}Leaning upon her beloved?{HR}I awoke thee under the apple-tree:{HR}There thy mother brought thee forth,{HR}There she travailed that bore thee.
6Set me as a seal upon thy heart,{HR}As a seal upon thine arm;{HR}For love is strong as death,{HR}Jealousy is cruel as the grave:{HR}The flashes thereof are flashes of fire,{HR}Flames of Jah.
7Many waters cannot quench love,{HR}Nor can the floods drown it:{HR}If a man gave all the substance of his house for love,{HR}It would utterly be contemned.
8We have a little sister,{HR}And she hath no breasts:{HR}What shall we do for our sister{HR}In the day when she shall be spoken for?
9If she be a wall,{HR}We will build upon her a turret of silver;{HR}And if she be a door,{HR}We will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I [was] a wall, and my breasts like towers;{HR}Then was I in his eyes as one that findeth peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon,{HR}He let out the vineyard to keepers:{HR}Every one for its fruit was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.
12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me:{HR}Thou, Solomon, shalt have the thousand,{HR}And the keepers of its fruit two hundred.
13Thou that dwellest in the gardens,{HR}The companions hearken to thy voice:{HR}Let me hear it.
14Haste, my beloved,{HR}And be thou like a gazelle or a young hart{HR}Upon the mountains of spices. (Song of Sol. 1:1‑8:14)