Song of Solomon
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[1]
The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
[2] Let him kiss me
with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
[3]
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment
poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
[4] Draw
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: the upright love thee.
[5] I am black,
but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as
the curtains of Solomon.
[6] Look 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 the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own
vineyard have I not kept.
[7] Tell me, O thou whom my soul
loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at
noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of
thy companions?
[8] If thou know not, O thou fairest among
women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy
kids beside the shepherds' tents.
[9] I have compared thee,
O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
[10]
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of
gold.
[11] We will make thee borders of gold with studs of
silver.
[12] While the king sitteth at his table, my
spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
[13] A bundle of
myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my
breasts.
[14] My beloved is unto me as a cluster of
camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
[15] Behold, thou art
fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
[16]
Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is
green.
[17] The beams of our house are cedar, and our
rafters of fir.
[1]
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
[2]
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
[3]
As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among
the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his
fruit was sweet to my taste.
[4] He brought me to the
banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
[5] Stay
me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
[6]
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace
me.
[7] I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the
roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake
my love, till he please.
[8] The voice of my beloved!
behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the
hills.
[9] My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:
behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,
shewing himself through the lattice.
[10] My beloved spake,
and said unto me, Rise up, 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 the singing of birds is
come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
[13]
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the
tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come
away.
[14] O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let
me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is
comely.
[15] Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that
spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
[16] My
beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
[17]
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and
be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
[1]
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him,
but I found him not.
[2] I will rise now, and go about the
city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my
soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
[3] The
watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him
whom my soul loveth?
[4] It was but a little that I passed
from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: 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 me.
[5] I charge
you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of
the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he
please.
[6] Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness
like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all
powders of the merchant?
[7] Behold his bed, which is
Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of
Israel.
[8] They all hold swords, being expert in war:
every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the
night.
[9] King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood
of Lebanon.
[10] He made the pillars thereof of silver, the
bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst
thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
[11]
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the
crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals,
and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
[1]
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast
doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that
appear from mount Gilead.
[2] Thy teeth are like a flock of
sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof
every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
[3]
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy
temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
[4]
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon
there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
[5]
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed
among the lilies.
[6] Until the day break, and the shadows
flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of
frankincense.
[7] Thou art all fair, my love; there is no
spot in thee.
[8] Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse,
with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of
Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the
leopards.
[9] Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my
spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one
chain of thy neck.
[10] How fair is thy love, my sister, my
spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine
ointments than all spices!
[11] Thy lips, O my spouse, drop
as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell
of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
[12] A garden
inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain
sealed.
[13] Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates,
with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
[14]
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of
frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
[15]
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from
Lebanon.
[16] Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south;
blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my
beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
[1]
I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my
myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have
drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink
abundantly, O beloved.
[2] I sleep, but my heart waketh: it
is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my
sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with
dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
[3] I have
put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how
shall I defile them?
[4] My beloved put in his hand by the
hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
[5] I
rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and
my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the
lock.
[6] I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had
withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I
sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no
answer.
[7] The watchmen that went about the city found me,
they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my
veil from me.
[8] I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love.
[9]
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among
women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost
so charge us?
[10] My beloved is white and ruddy, the
chiefest among ten thousand.
[11] His head is as the most
fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
[12]
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed
with milk, and fitly set.
[13] His cheeks are as a bed of
spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet
smelling myrrh.
[14] His hands are as gold rings set with
the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
[15]
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his
countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
[16]
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my
beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
[1]
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is
thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
[2]
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to
feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
[3] I am my
beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
[4]
Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army with banners.
[5] Turn away thine eyes
from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats
that appear from Gilead.
[6] Thy teeth are as a flock of
sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins,
and there is not one barren among them.
[7] As a piece of a
pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.
[8] There are
threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without
number.
[9] My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the
only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her.
The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the
concubines, and they praised her.
[10] Who is she that
looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and
terrible as an army with banners?
[11] I went down into the
garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether
the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
[12] Or
ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of
Amminadib.
[13] Return, return, O Shulamite; return,
return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the
Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.
[1]
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the
joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a
cunning workman.
[2] Thy navel is like a round goblet,
which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set
about with lilies.
[3] Thy two breasts are like two young
roes that are twins.
[4] Thy neck is as a tower of ivory;
thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim:
thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward
Damascus.
[5] Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the
hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the
galleries.
[6] How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love,
for delights!
[7] This thy stature is like to a palm tree,
and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
[8] I said, I will
go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now
also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of
thy nose like apples;
[9] And the roof of thy mouth like
the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the
lips of those that are asleep to speak.
[10] I am my
beloved's, and his desire is toward me.
[11] Come, my
beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the
villages.
[12] Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us
see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the
pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
[13]
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of
pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my
beloved.
[1]
O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother!
when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not
be despised.
[2] I would lead thee, and bring thee into my
mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of
spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
[3] His left
hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace
me.
[4] I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye
stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.
[5] Who is
this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I
raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee
forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.
[6] Set
me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is
strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof
are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
[7]
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a
man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would
utterly be contemned.
[8] We have a little sister, and she
hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she
shall be spoken for?
[9] If she be a wall, we will build
upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose
her with boards of cedar.
[10] I am a wall, and my breasts
like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.
[11]
Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto
keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand
pieces of silver.
[12] My vineyard, which is mine, is
before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep
the fruit thereof two hundred.
[13] Thou that dwellest in
the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear
it.
[14] Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe
or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.