Song of Solomon

Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
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SongSolomon 1

1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Shulamite: Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.
3 Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, your name is ointment poured forth; therefore the virgins love you.
4 Draw me away! Daughters of Jerusalem: We will run after you. Shulamite: The king has brought me into his chambers. Daughters of Jerusalem: We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Shulamite: Rightly do they love you.
5 I am black, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not look upon me, because I am black, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 To Her Beloved: Tell me, O you whom I love, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?
8 The Beloved: If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your young goats beside the tents of the shepherds.
9 I have compared you, my love, to my filly among Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with chains of gold.
11 Daughters of Jerusalem: We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.
12 Shulamite: While the king is at his table, my spikenard sends forth its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, who lies between my breasts.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blooms in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful; with dove's eyes!
16 Shulamite: Behold, you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

SongSolomon 2

1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
2 The Beloved: Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3 Shulamite: Like an apple tree among the trees of the woods, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down in his shade with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4 To the Daughters of Jerusalem: He brought me into the house of wine, and his banner over me was love.
5 Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick.
6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
8 Shulamite: The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; he is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 ripens her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away!
14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff, let me see your form, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your appearance is beautiful.
15 Her Brothers: Catch us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines, for our vines have tender grapes.
16 Shulamite: My beloved is mine, and I am his. He grazes among the lilies.
17 To Her Beloved: Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.

SongSolomon 3

1 Shulamite: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the broad places I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me and I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4 Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I took hold of him and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who conceived me.
5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
6 Shulamite: Who is this coming out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, like the smoke of sacrifices of myrrh and frankincense, of all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
7 Behold, it is Solomon's bed, with sixty mighty men around it, of the mighty of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin from trees of Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its support of gold, its seat of purple; its interior paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, the day of the gladness of his heart.

SongSolomon 4

1 The Beloved: Behold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have dove's eyes behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats lying down at Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep which have come up from the washing, every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them.
3 Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like a piece of pomegranate.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for an armory, on which hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, I will go my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all beautiful, my love, and there is no defect in you.
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 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; you have ravished my heart with one look of your eyes, with the pendant around your neck.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister, my spouse! How much better than wine is your love, and the scent of your ointments than all spices!
11 Your lips, O my spouse, drip as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
12 A bolted enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse; a spring locked up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with excellent fruits, fragrant henna with spikenard,
14 spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief balsam;
15 a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Shulamite: Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! Blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its excellent fruits.

SongSolomon 5

1 The Beloved: I have come to 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. To His Friends: Eat, O friends! Drink, yes, get drunk, O beloved ones!
2 Shulamite: I sleep, but my heart is awake; it is the sound of my beloved! He knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.
3 I have stripped off my gown; how shall I put it on again? I have washed my feet; how shall I dirty them?
4 My beloved put his hand by the latch of the door, and my heart yearned for him.
5 I arose to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh, on the handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
7 The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem: If you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick!
9 Daughters of Jerusalem: What is your beloved more than any other beloved, O most beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than any other beloved, that you charge us so?
10 Shulamite: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, standing out among ten thousand.
11 His head is like the finest gold; his locks are wavy, and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and set in a frame.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like grown herbs. His lips are like lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.
14 His hands are like folds of gold filled with precious stones. His torso is smooth as ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 His legs are like pillars of marble set on bases of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 His mouth is most sweet. Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

SongSolomon 6

1 Daughters of Jerusalem: Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?
2 Shulamite: My beloved has gone to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
4 The Beloved: O my love, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners!
5 Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats lying down in Gilead.
6 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes which have come up from the washing; every one bears twins, and not one is barren among them.
7 Like a piece of pomegranate are your temples behind your veil.
8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 But my dove, my perfect one, is the one, the only one of her mother, the pure of the one who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?
11 Shulamite: I went down to the garden of nuts to see the greenery of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed.
12 Before I was even aware, my soul had made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
13 The Beloved and His Friends: Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may gaze upon you! Shulamite: What would you see in the Shulamite; as it were, the dancing of two armies?

SongSolomon 7

1 The Beloved: How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skilled artist.
2 Your navel is like a round goblet; it lacks no mixed wine. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower, your eyes like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
5 Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive in its tresses.
6 How beautiful and how pleasant you are, O love; so exquisite!
7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters.
8 I said, I will go up into the palm tree, I will grasp its stalk. Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your nose like apples,
9 and the roof of your mouth like excellent wine. Shulamite: The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding gently over the lips into sleep.
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 has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give my love to you.
13 At our door all manner of excellent fragrances for love, new and old, I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

SongSolomon 8

1 Oh, that you were like my brother, who nursed at my mother's breasts! If I should find you outside, I would kiss you; I would not be despised.
2 I would lead you and bring you into my mother's house, to teach me; I would cause you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 To the Daughters of Jerusalem: His left hand under my head, and his right hand embracing me.
4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem: Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
5 A Relative: Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree. There your mother travailed with you; there she travailed with you and bore you.
6 Shulamite to Her Beloved: Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as Sheol; its flames are flames of fire, a flame of YAH.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers overflow it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be despised with contempt.
8 Relatives: We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she is spoken for?
9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10 Shulamite: I am a wall, and my breasts like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who found peace.
11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon; he leased the vineyard to keepers; everyone was to bring for its fruit a thousand pieces of silver.
12 To Solomon: My own vineyard is before me. You, O Solomon, may have a thousand, and those who tend its fruit two hundred.
13 The Beloved: You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen for your voice; let me hear it!
14 Shulamite: Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.
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