1The Song of Songs, which pertaineth to Solomon.
2SHE Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! THEY For better are thy caresses than wine:
3Like the fragrance of thy precious oils, Oil poured out, is thy name, For this cause, virgins love thee.
4SHE Draw me! THEY After thee, will we run! SHE The king, hath brought me, into his chambers. THEY We will exult and rejoice in thee, we will mention thy caresses, beyond wine, Sincerely they love thee.
5SHE Swarthy, I am but comely, ye daughters of Jerusalem. THEY Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
6SHE Do not look on me, because, I, am so swarthy, because the sun hath scorched me,—My mother’s sons, were angry with me, they set me to keep the vineyards, Mine own vineyard, have I not kept. …
7Tell me, thou loved of my soul! Where wilt thou pasture thy flock? Where wilt thou let them recline at noon? For why should I be as one that wrappeth a veil about her, by the flocks of thy companions?
8HE If thou know not of thyself, most beautiful among women! get thee forth in the footsteps of the flock, and pasture thy kids by the huts of the shepherds. …
9To a mare of mine, in the chariots of Pharaoh, have I likened thee, my fair one!
10Comely are thy cheeks, with bead-rows, thy neck, with strings of gems.
11THEY Rows of golden ornaments, will we make thee, with studs of silver.
12SHE By the time the king is in his circle, my nard, will have given out its fragrance:
13A bag of myrrh, is my beloved to me, between my breasts, shall it tarry the night!
14A cluster of henna, is my beloved to me, in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15HE Lo! thou art beautiful my fair one, lo! thou art beautiful, Thine eyes, are doves!
16SHE Lo! thou art beautiful, my beloved, Yea delightful! BOTH Yea! our couch, is covered with leaves:
17The beams of our house, are cedars, Our fretted ceiling, is cypress-trees.