1:1 Solomon’s Song of Songs.
1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth–for your love is more delightful than wine.
1:3 Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!
1:4 Take me away with you–let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers. We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. How right they are to adore you!
1:5 Dark am I, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
1:6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected.
1:7 Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
1:8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
1:9 I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
1:10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
1:11 We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
1:12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
1:13 My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
1:14 My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
1:15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
1:16 How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.
1:17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
1:1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! / For your love is better than wine.
1:3 Your anointing oils have a pleasant fragrance; / Your name is like ointment poured forth; / Therefore the virgins love you.
1:4 Draw me; we will run after you? The king has brought me into his chambers ? / We will be glad and rejoice in you; / We will extol your love more than wine. / Rightly do they love you.
1:5 I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, / Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
1:6 Do not look at me, because I am black, / 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.
1:7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture your flock? / Where do you make it lie down at noon? / For why should I be like one who is veiled / Beside the flocks of your companions?
1:8 If you yourself do not know, / You fairest among women, / Go forth on the footsteps of the flock, / And pasture your young goats / By the shepherds’ tents.
1:9 I compare you, my love, / To a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
1:10 Your cheeks are lovely with plaits of ornaments, / Your neck with strings of jewels.
1:11 We will make you plaits of gold / With studs of silver.
1:12 While the king was at his table, / My spikenard gave forth its fragrance.
1:13 My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh / That lies at night between my breasts.
1:14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers / In the vineyards of En-gedi.
1:15 Oh, you are beautiful, my love! / Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.
1:16 Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant! Indeed, our couch is green.
1:17 The beams of our house are cedars; / Our rafters are cypresses.