Bible-Reading.comSong of Solomon 1
1The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.
3Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.
4Draw 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. They love thee uprightly.
5I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.
6Look 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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.
7Tell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?
8If thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.
9I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.
11We will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.
12While the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.
14My beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.
17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.
Song of Solomon 2
1I am a narcissus of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
2As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.
3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons: In his shadow have I rapture and sit down; And his fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He hath brought me to the house of wine, And his banner over me is love.
5Sustain ye me with raisin-cakes, Refresh me with apples; For I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand doth embrace me.
7I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
8The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart. Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in through the windows, Glancing through the lattice.
10My beloved spake and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over, it is gone:
12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
13The fig-tree melloweth her winter figs, And the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
14My dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the precipice, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15Take us the foxes, The little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in bloom.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his; He feedeth his flock among the lilies,
17Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved: be thou like a gazelle or a young hart, Upon the mountains of Bether.