1 T he song of songs, which is Solomon's.

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.

2 L et him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

“ May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine.

3 T hine ointments savour sweetly; Thy name is an ointment poured forth: Therefore do the virgins love thee.

“Your oils have a pleasing fragrance, Your name is like purified oil; Therefore the maidens love you.

4 D raw 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. They love thee uprightly.

“Draw me after you and let us run together! The king has brought me into his chambers.” “ We will rejoice in you and be glad; We will extol your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.”

5 I am black, but comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon.

“ I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon.

6 L ook 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 keeper of the vineyards; Mine own vineyard have I not kept.

“Do not stare at me because I am swarthy, For the sun has burned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; They made me caretaker of the vineyards, But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.

7 T ell me, thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest, Where thou makest it to rest at noon; For why should I be as one veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?

“Tell me, O 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 veils herself Beside the flocks of your companions?” Solomon, the Lover, Speaks

8 I f thou know not, thou fairest among women, Go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed thy kids beside the shepherds' booths.

“ If you yourself do not know, Most beautiful among women, Go forth on the trail of the flock And pasture your young goats By the tents of the shepherds.

9 I compare thee, my love, To a steed in Pharaoh's chariots.

“ To me, my darling, you are like My mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.

10 T hy cheeks are comely with bead-rows, Thy neck with ornamental chains.

“Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with strings of beads.”

11 W e will make thee bead-rows of gold With studs of silver.

“ We will make for you ornaments of gold With beads of silver.”

12 W hile the king is at his table, My spikenard sendeth forth its fragrance.

“ While the king was at his table, My perfume gave forth its fragrance.

13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved unto me; He shall pass the night between my breasts.

“My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh Which lies all night between my breasts.

14 M y beloved is unto me a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of Engedi.

“My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms In the vineyards of Engedi.”

15 B ehold, thou art fair, my love; Behold, thou art fair: thine eyes are doves.

“ How beautiful you are, my darling, How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.”

16 B ehold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant; Also our bed is green.

“ How handsome you are, my beloved, And so pleasant! Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!

17 T he beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are cypresses.

“The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters, cypresses.