1 T he song of songs which is Solomon’s.

The Song of Songs, that Solomon's.

2 L et him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine!

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better thy loves than wine.

3 T he odor of your ointments is fragrant; your name is like perfume poured out. Therefore do the maidens love you.

For fragrance thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

4 D raw me! We will run after you! The king brings me into his apartments! We will be glad and rejoice in you! We will recall your love, more fragrant than wine. The upright love you.

Draw 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!

5 I am so black; but lovely and pleasant. O you daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon!

Dark I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.

6 d o not look at me, I am swarthy. in the sun and it has left its mark upon me. My stepbrothers were angry with me, and they made me keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept.

Fear me not, because I 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.

7 T ell me, O you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon. For why should I be as a veiled one straying beside the flocks of your companions?

Declare 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?

8 I f you do not know, O you fairest among women, run along, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasturing your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

If thou knowest not, O fair among women, Get thee forth by the traces of the flock, And feed thy kids by the shepherds' dwellings!

9 O my love, you remind me of my mare in the chariot spans of Pharaoh.

To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,

10 Y our cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.

Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.

11 W e will make for you chains and ornaments of gold, studded with silver.

Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!

12 W hile the king sits at his table, my spikenard sends forth fragrance.

While the king in his circle, My spikenard hath given its fragrance.

13 M y beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that lies in my bosom.

A bundle of myrrh my beloved to me, Between my breasts it lodgeth.

14 M y beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.

A cluster of cypress my beloved to me, In the vineyards of En-Gedi!

15 B ehold, you are beautiful, my love! Behold, you are beautiful! You have doves’ eyes.

Lo, thou fair, my friend, Lo, thou fair, thine eyes doves!

16 B ehold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, delightful! Our arbor and couch are green and leafy.

Lo, thou fair, my love, yea, pleasant, Yea, our couch green,

17 T he beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters and panels are cypresses or pines.

The beams of our houses cedars, Our rafters firs, I a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!