Bible-Reading.comSong of Solomon 1
1The Song of Songs, that is Solomon's.
2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better are thy loves than wine.
3For fragrance are thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
5Dark am I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6Fear me not, because I am very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
7Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?
8If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
12While the king is in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.
13A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.
14A cluster of cypress is my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!
15Lo, thou art fair, my friend, Lo, thou art fair, thine eyes are doves!
16Lo, thou art fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch is green,
17The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are firs, I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!
Song of Solomon 2
1As a lily among the thorns,
2So is my friend among the daughters!
3As a citron among trees of the forest, So is my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit is sweet to my palate.
4He hath brought me in unto a house of wine, And his banner over me is love,
5Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.
6His left hand is under my head, And his right doth embrace me.
7I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
8The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.
9My beloved is like to a roe, Or to a young one of the harts. Lo, this -- he is standing behind our wall, Looking from the windows, Blooming from the lattice.
10My beloved hath answered and said to me, ‘Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,
11For lo, the winter hath passed by, The rain hath passed away -- it hath gone.
12The flowers have appeared in the earth, The time of the singing hath come, And the voice of the turtle was heard in our land,
13The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.
14My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice is sweet, and thy appearance comely.
15Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,
17Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, Turn, be like, my beloved, To a roe, or to a young one of the harts, On the mountains of separation!