Bible-Reading.comSong of Solomon 1
1The song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him give me the kisses of his mouth: for his love is better than wine.
3Sweet is the smell of your perfumes; your name is as perfume running out; so the young girls give you their love.
4Take me to you, and we will go after you: the king has taken me into his house. We will be glad and full of joy in you, we will give more thought to your love than to wine: rightly are they your lovers.
5I am dark, but fair of form, O daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
6Let not your eyes be turned on me, because I am dark, because I was looked on by the sun; my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vine-gardens; but my vine-garden I have not kept.
7Say, O love of my soul, where you give food to your flock, and where you make them take their rest in the heat of the day; why have I to be as one wandering by the flocks of your friends?
8If you have not knowledge, O most beautiful among women, go on your way in the footsteps of the flock, and give your young goats food by the tents of the keepers.
9I have made a comparison of you, O my love, to a horse in Pharaoh's carriages.
10Your face is a delight with rings of hair, your neck with chains of jewels.
11We will make you chains of gold with ornaments of silver.
12While the king is seated at his table, my spices send out their perfume.
13As a bag of myrrh is my well-loved one to me, when he is at rest all night between my breasts.
14My love is to me as a branch of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens of En-gedi.
15See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove.
16See, you are fair, my loved one, and a pleasure; our bed is green.
17Cedar-trees are the pillars of our house; and our boards are made of fir-trees.
Song of Solomon 2
1I am a rose of Sharon, a flower of the valleys.
2As the lily-flower among the thorns of the waste, so is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, so is my loved one among the sons. I took my rest under his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.
5Make me strong with wine-cakes, let me be comforted with apples; I am overcome with love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.
7I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, do not let love be moved till it is ready.
8The voice of my loved one! See, he comes dancing on the mountains, stepping quickly on the hills.
9My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.
10My loved one said to me, Get up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12The flowers are come on the earth; the time of cutting the vines is come, and the voice of the dove is sounding in our land;
13The fig-tree puts out her green fruit and the vines with their young fruit give a good smell. Get up from your bed, my beautiful one, and come away.
14O my dove, you are in the holes of the mountain sides, in the cracks of the high hills; let me see your face, let your voice come to my ears; for sweet is your voice, and your face is fair.
15Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, which do damage to the vines; our vines have young grapes.
16My loved one is mine, and I am his: he takes his food among the flowers.
17Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.
Song of Solomon 3
1By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
2I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
3The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
7See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
8All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
11Go out, O daughters of Jerusalem, and see King Solomon, with the crown which his mother put on his head on the day when he was married, and on the day of the joy of his heart.
Song of Solomon 4
1See, you are fair, my love, you are fair; you have the eyes of a dove; your hair is as a flock of goats, which take their rest on the side of Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.
3Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.
5Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.
6Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all fair, my love; there is no mark on you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon; see from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the places of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!
10How fair is your love, my sister! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your oils than any perfume!
11Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A garden walled-in is my sister, my bride; a garden shut up, a spring of water stopped.
13The produce of the garden is pomegranates; with all the best fruits, henna and spikenard,
14Spikenard and safron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.
15You are a fountain of gardens, a spring of living waters, and flowing waters from Lebanon.
16Be awake, O north wind; and come, O south, blowing on my garden, so that its spices may come out. Let my loved one come into his garden, and take of his good fruits.