1 T he Song of Songs, the most beautiful of them all, which is Solomon’s. The First Song The Woman

The Song of Songs, that Solomon's.

2 “ May he 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 Y our oils have a pleasing smell. Your name is like oil poured out. So the young women love you.

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

4 T ake me away with you, and let us run together. The king has brought me into his room. “We will have joy and be glad because of you. We will praise your love more than wine. They are right to 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 dark but beautiful, O people of Jerusalem, like 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 hard at me because I am dark, for the sun has burned me. My mother’s sons were angry with me, and made me take care of the grape-fields. But I have not taken care of my own grape-field.

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. In what field do you feed your flock? Where do your sheep lie down at noon? Why should I need to look for you beside the flocks of your friends?” King Solomon

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 “ If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the path of the flock. And let your young goats eat in the field beside the tents of the shepherds.

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 “ To me, my love, you are like my horse among the war-wagons of Pharaoh.

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

10 Y our face is beautiful with the objects you wear, and your neck with the beautiful chain around it.

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

11 W e will make objects of gold and silver for you.” The Woman

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

12 “ While the king was at his table, my perfume gave out its smell.

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

13 M y loved one is like a jar of perfume to me, who lies all night between my breasts.

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

14 M y loved one is to me like many henna flowers, in the grape-fields of Engedi.” King Solomon

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

15 “ How beautiful you are, my love! How beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves.” The Woman

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

16 “ How beautiful you are, my love, and so pleasing! Our bed is green.

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

17 T he pillars of our house are cedars. The pieces on our roof are pine.

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