Jubilee2000 - Song of Solomon

Chapter 1

1:1  The song of songs, which [is] of Solomon.

1:2  Oh! if he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! for thy love [is] better than wine.

1:3  Because of the savour of thy good ointments (ointment poured forth [is] thy name), therefore have the virgins loved thee.

1:4  Draw me after thee, we will run. The king has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in thee; we will remember thy love more than the wine; the upright love thee.

1:5  I [am] dark, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, more desirable as the booths of Kedar as the tents of Solomon.

1:6  Do not look upon me because I [am] dark because the sun has looked upon me; my mother's sons were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, [but] I have not kept my own vineyard.

1:7  Tell me, O thou whom my soul loves, where thou dost feed, where thou dost make [thy flock] to rest at noon; for why did I have to be as a wanderer after the flocks of thy companions?

1:8  If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go forth, following the footprints of the flock and feed thy little female goats beside the booths of the shepherds.

1:9  I have compared thee, O my love, to a mare of the chariots of Pharaoh.

1:10  Thy cheeks are beautiful between the earrings, thy neck between the necklaces.

1:11  We will make thee earrings of gold with studs of silver.

1:12  While the king [was] on his couch, my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.

1:13  A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me [that] rests between my breasts.

1:14  My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.

1:15  Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.

1:16  Behold, thou [art] fair, O my beloved, and pleasant; also our bed [has] flowers.

1:17  The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.:

Chapter 2

2:1  I [am] the lily of the field [[Heb. Sharon]] [and] the rose of the valleys.

2:2  As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the virgins.

2:3  As the apple tree among the trees of the wild, so [is] my beloved among the sons. [I] desired to [sit] under his shadow, and his fruit [was] sweet to my taste.

2:4  He brought me to the wine chamber and placed his banner of love over me.

2:5  Sustain me with flagons [of wine], strengthen me with apples; for I [am] sick with love.

2:6  His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

2:7  I charge you, O ye virgins of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field that ye not awake nor stir up love, until he pleases.

2:8  The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

2:9  My beloved is like a roe or a young hart; behold, he stands behind our wall; he looks through the windows, blossoming through the lattice.

2:10  My beloved spoke and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

2:11  For, behold, the winter is past; the rain is over [and] gone;

2:12  the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the song is come, and the voice of the turtle [dove] has been heard in our land;

2:13  the fig tree has put forth her [green] figs, and the vines in blossom have given forth [their] fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

2:14  O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] beautiful.

2:15  Hunt the foxes [for] us, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines [are] in blossom.

2:16  My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his; he feeds among the lilies.

2:17  Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, return, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.:

Chapter 3

3:1  By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.

3:2  I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.

3:3  The watchmen that go about the city found me, [to whom I said], Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?

3:4  [It was] but a little that I passed from them that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother's house and into the chamber of her that brought me into the light.

3:5  I charge you, O ye virgins of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye not awake nor stir up love, until he pleases.

3:6  Who [is] she that rises out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense and with all [the] aromatic powders?

3:7  Behold [it] is the bed of Solomon; sixty valiant men [are] about it of the valiant of Israel.

3:8  They all hold swords, [being] expert in war; each one [has] his sword upon his thigh because of the fears of the night.

3:9  King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.

3:10  He made its pillars [of] silver, the bottom of it [of] gold, the covering of it [of] purple, its interior being paved [with] love, for the virgins of Jerusalem.

3:11  Go forth, O ye virgins of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.:

Chapter 4

4:1  Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks; thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from mount Gilead.

4:2  Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are even] shorn, which came up from the washing; of which every one bear twins, and none [is] barren among them.

4:3  Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech [is] lovely; thy temples [are] like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.

4:4  Thy neck [is] like the tower of David built for teaching, upon which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

4:5  Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are twins, which are fed among the lilies.

4:6  Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, [I] will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

4:7  Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in thee.

4:8  With me from Lebanon, [my] spouse, thou shalt come with me from Lebanon; thou shalt look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

4:9  Thou hast taken hold of my heart, my sister, [my] spouse; thou hast imprisoned my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.

4:10  How fair is thy love, my sister, [my] spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!

4:11  Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drip [as] the honeycomb; honey and milk [are] under thy tongue, and the smell of thy garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.

4:12  A closed garden [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

4:13  Thy [newly budded] plants [are] a paradise of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,

4:14  spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:

4:15  A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, that flow from Lebanon.

4:16  Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden [that] the aroma [of its spices] may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his sweet fruits.:

Chapter 5

5:1  I came into my garden, my sister, [my] spouse: I have gathered my myrrh and my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk: eat, O friends; drink, beloved, drink abundantly.

5:2  I sleep, but my heart watches [for] the voice of my beloved that knocks [at the door], Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect [one]: for my head is filled with dew, [and] my locks with the drops of the night.

5:3  I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

5:4  My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door], and my bowels were moved for him.

5:5  I rose up to open to my beloved, and my hands dripped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

5:6  I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had withdrawn himself [and] was gone; my soul went after his speech; I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

5:7  The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my outer cloak from me.

5:8  I charge you, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with love.

5:9  What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O thou fairest among women? What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved that thou dost so charge us?

5:10  My beloved [is] white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among [the] ten thousands.

5:11  His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy [and] black as a raven.

5:12  His eyes [are] as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.

5:13  His cheeks [are] as a bed of aromatic spices, [as] fragrant flowers; his lips [like] lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends.

5:14  His hands [are as] gold rings set with beryls; his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.

5:15  His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance [is] as Lebanon, chosen as the cedars.

5:16  His mouth [is] most sweet; he [is] altogether lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O virgins of Jerusalem.:

Chapter 6

6:1  Where has thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? where didst thy beloved separate himself? that we may seek him with thee.

6:2  My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather the lilies.

6:3  I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine; he feeds among the lilies.

6:4  Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as desirable as Jerusalem, imposing as the standard-bearer [of the army].

6:5  Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.

6:6  Thy teeth [are] as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, of which every one bears twins, and [there is] not one barren among them.

6:7  As slices of pomegranate [are] thy temples within thy locks.

6:8  There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.

6:9  My dove is [but] one, my perfect [one]; she [is] the [only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that brought her into the light. The virgins saw her and called her blessed; [yea], the queens and the concubines and they praised her.

6:10  Who [is] she [that] shows herself forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] imposing as the standard-bearer [of the army]?

6:11  I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, [and] to see whether the vines flourished, [and] the pomegranates budded.

6:12  Or ever I was aware, my soul made me return [like] the chariots of Amminadib.

6:13  Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? [She shall be] as a multitude of tabernacles.:

Chapter 7

7:1  How beautiful are thy feet in [thy] shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs [are] like jewels, the work of the hands of an [excellent] workman.

7:2  Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] does not lack liquor; thy belly [is like] a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

7:3  Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are] twins.

7:4  Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like] the fishpools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim; thy nose [is] as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.

7:5  Thine head upon thee [is] like scarlet, and the hair of thine head like the purple of the king hung in the galleries.

7:6  How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

7:7  This, thy stature is like unto the palm tree, and thy breasts to the clusters.

7:8  I said, I will climb up the palm tree, I will take hold of the clusters thereof; now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine and the smell of thy nose like apples;

7:9  and thy palate like the best wine that goes into my beloved sweetly and causes the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

7:10  I [am] my beloved's, and with me he has his contentment.

7:11  Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages.

7:12  Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vines flourish, [whether] the tender flowers appear, if the pomegranates bud forth; there I will give thee my loves.

7:13  The mandrakes have given their fragrance, and at our gates [are] all manner of sweet [fruits], new and old, [which] I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.:

Chapter 8

8:1  O that thou [wert] as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! [when] I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; and I should not be despised.

8:2  I would lead thee [and] bring thee into my mother's house, that [thou] would instruct me; I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

8:3  His left hand [should be] under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

8:4  I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye not awake nor stir up love until he pleases.

8:5  Who [is] she that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I woke thee up under the apple tree; there thy mother had [birth] pains; there she had pains [that] brought thee into the light.

8:6  Set me as a seal upon thine heart as a sign upon thine arm; for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] hard as Sheol; the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which have a] most vehement flame.

8:7  The many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers drown it; if [a] man would give all the substance of his house for this love, it would certainly be despised.

8:8  We have a little sister, and she [still] has no breasts; what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

8:9  If she [is] a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver; and if she [is] a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

8:10  I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers since I was in his eyes as the one that found peace.

8:11  Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; for its fruit each one was to bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.

8:12  My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me; the thousand [pieces] shall be thine, O Solomon, and two hundred for those that keep the fruit.

8:13  [Thou], she that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice; cause me to hear [it].

8:14  Run, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.