Song of Solomon
1: The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2: O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your
love is better than wine,
3: your anointing oils are fragrant, your
name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.
4: Draw me
after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will
exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do
they love you.
5: I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of
Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My
mother's sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my
own vineyard I have not kept!
7: Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should
I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and
pasture your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9: I compare you, my
love, to a mare of Pharaoh's chariots.
10: Your cheeks are comely
with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11: We will make
you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
12: While the king was on
his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13: My beloved is to me
a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14: My beloved is to me
a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Enge'di.
you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16: Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is
17: the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.
1: I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2: As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens.
3: As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved
among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet
to my taste.
4: He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner
over me was love.
5: Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples;
for I am sick with love.
6: O that his left hand were under my head,
and that his right hand embraced me!
7: I adjure you, O daughters of
Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the hinds of the field, that you stir not up nor
awaken love until it please.
8: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he
comes, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills.
beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our
wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away;
11: for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
12: The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13: The fig
tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth
fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14: O my dove,
in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let
me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is comely.
15: Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards,
for our vineyards are in blossom."
16: My beloved is mine and I am
his, he pastures his flock among the lilies.
17: Until the day
breathes and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle, or a young
stag upon rugged mountains.
1: Upon my bed by night I sought him whom my soul
loves; I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
2: "I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the
squares; I will seek him whom my soul loves." I sought him, but found him not.
3: The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city. "Have you
seen him whom my soul loves?"
4: Scarcely had I passed 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
5: I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the
hinds of the field, that you stir not up nor awaken love until it please.
6: What is that coming up from the wilderness, like a column of
smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of
7: Behold, it is the litter of Solomon! About it are
sixty mighty men of the mighty men of Israel,
8: all girt with swords
and expert in war, each with his sword at his thigh, against alarms by night.
9: King Solomon made himself a palanquin from the wood of Lebanon.
10: He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of
purple; it was lovingly wrought within by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11: Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon, with the
crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, on the day of
the gladness of his heart.
1: Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you
are beautiful! Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock
of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
2: Your teeth are like a
flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing, all of which bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
3: Your lips are like a scarlet
thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
4: Your neck is like the tower of David, built for
an arsenal, whereon hang a thousand bucklers, all of them shields of warriors.
5: Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed
among the lilies.
6: Until the day breathes and the shadows flee, I
will hie me to the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.
You are all fair, my love; there is no flaw in you.
8: Come with me
from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon. Depart from the peak of
Ama'na, from the peak of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the
mountains of leopards.
9: You have ravished my heart, my sister, my
bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of
10: How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! how
much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your oils than any
11: Your lips distil nectar, my bride; honey and milk are
under your tongue; the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12: A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a garden locked, a
13: Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with
all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
14: nard and saffron, calamus
and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief
15: a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing
streams from Lebanon.
16: Awake, O north wind, and come, O south
wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved
come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
1: I come to my garden, my sister, my bride, I
gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine
with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!
slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks
with the drops of the night."
3: I had put off my garment, how could
I put it on? I had bathed my feet, how could I soil them?
beloved put his hand to the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me.
5: I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my
fingers with liquid myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.
6: I opened
to my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My soul failed me when he
spoke. I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
7: The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat
me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls.
8: I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved,
that you tell him I am sick with love.
9: What is your beloved more
than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than
another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
10: My beloved is all
radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
11: His head is
the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12: His eyes
are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.
13: His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips
are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
14: His arms are rounded gold,
set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.
15: His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His
appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
16: His speech is
most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my
friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
1: Whither has your beloved gone, O fairest among
women? Whither has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
2: My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to
pasture his flock in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3: I am my
beloved's and my beloved is mine; he pastures his flock among the lilies.
4: You are beautiful as Tirzah, my love, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
5: Turn away your eyes from me, for
they disturb me -- Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of
6: Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, that have come up
from the washing, all of them bear twins, not one among them is bereaved.
7: Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8: There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without
9: My dove, my perfect one, is only one, the darling of her
mother, flawless to her that bore her. The maidens saw her and called her happy;
the queens and concubines also, and they praised her.
10: "Who is
this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun,
terrible as an army with banners?"
11: I went down to the nut
orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had
budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
12: Before I was
aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.
return, O Shu'lammite, return, return, that we may look upon you. Why should you
look upon the Shu'lammite, as upon a dance before two armies?
1: How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly
maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
2: Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your
belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
3: Your two breasts
are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4: Your neck is like an ivory
tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rab'bim. Your nose is
like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
5: Your head crowns
you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive
in the tresses.
6: How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one,
7: You are stately as a palm tree, and your
breasts are like its clusters.
8: I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches. Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
9: and your kisses like the
best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
11: Come, my beloved, let
us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages;
12: let us go
out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the
grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give
you my love.
13: The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our
doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O
1: O that you were like a brother to me, that
nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none
would despise me.
2: I would lead you and bring you into the house of
my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. I would give you
spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
3: O that his
left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awaken love
until it please.
5: Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother
was in travail with you, there she who bore you was in travail.
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 most
7: Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods
drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be
8: We have a little sister, and she has no breasts.
What shall we do for our sister, on the day when she is spoken for?
9: If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver;
but if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who
11: Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al-ha'mon; he let out
the vineyard to keepers; each one was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces
12: My vineyard, my very own, is for myself; you, O
Solomon, may have the thousand, and the keepers of the fruit two hundred.
13: O you who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for
your voice; let me hear it.
14: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a
gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.