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  Song Of Solomon

1 The Song of songs, which is Solomonís.

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For your love is better than wine. 3Your oils have a goodly fragrance; your name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love you. 4Draw me; we will run after you: The king has brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in you; We will make mention of your love more than of wine: Rightly do they love you. 5I am dark, but comely, Oh you daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Ke-dar, As the curtains of Solomon. 6Look not upon me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My motherís sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But my own vineyard have I not kept.

7Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, Where you feed your flock, Where you makes it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of your companions? 8If you know not, O you fairest among women, Go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock, And feed your kids beside the shepherdsí tents. 9I have compared you, O my love, To a steed in Pharaohís chariots. 10Your cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, your neck with strings of jewels. 11We will make you plaits of gold With studs of silver.

12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. 13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lies between my breasts. 14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi. 15Behold, you are fair, my love; Behold you are fair; your eyes are as doves. 16Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant: Also our couch is green. 17The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.

 

2 I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys. 2As a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters.

3As the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste. 4He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love. 5Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; For I am sick from love. 6His left hand is under my head, And his right hand does embrace me. 7I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he please.

8The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes, Leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. 9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he stands behind our wall; He looks in at the windows; He glances through the lattice. 10My beloved spoke, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 11For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone; 12The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land; 13The fig-tree ripens her green figs, And the vines are in blossom; They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, In the covert of the steep place, Let me see your countenance, Let me hear your voice; For sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely. 15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, That spoil the vineyards; For our vineyards are in blossom. 16My beloved is mine, and I am his: He feeds his flock among the lilies. 17Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Be-ther.

 

3 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not. 2I said, 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 found him not. 3The watchmen that go about the city found me; To whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves? 4It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my motherís house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me. 5I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he pleases.

6Who is this that comes up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

7Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel. 8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man has his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night. 9King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Leb-a-non. 10He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem. 11Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother has crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.

 

4 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; your eyes are as doves behind your veil. your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of mount Gil-e-ad. 2Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn, Which are come up from the washing, Whereof every one has twins, And none is bereaved among them. 3Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, And your mouth is comely. your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil. 4Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, Whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, All the shields of the mighty men. 5Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe, Which feed among the lilies. 6Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. 7You are all fair, my love; And there is no spot in you.

8Come with me from Leb-a-non, my bride, With me from Leb-a-non: Look from the top of Am-a-na, From the top of She-nir and Her-mon, From the lionsí dens, From the mountains of the leopards. 9You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride; you have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, With one chain of your neck. 10How fair is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices! 11Your lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under your tongue; And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Leb-a-non. 12A garden shut up is my sister, my bride; A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. 13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits; Henna with spikenard plants, 14Spikenard and saffron, Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15You are a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Leb-a-non. 16Awake, O north wind; And come, you south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.

 

5 I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2I was asleep, but my heart is awake: It is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. 3I have put off my garment; How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my heart was moved for him. 5I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt. 6I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7The watchmen that go about the city found me, They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. 8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, That you tell him, that I am sick from love.

9What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, That you do so charge us? 10My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. 11His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 12His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set. 13His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. 14His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires. 15His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Leb-a-non, excellent as the cedars. 16His mouth is most sweet; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

 

6 where is your beloved gone, O you fairest among women? where has your beloved turned, That we may seek him with you? 2My beloved is gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 3I am my belovedís, and my beloved is mine; He feeds his flock among the lilies,

4You are fair, O my love, as Tir-zah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as an army with banners. 5Turn away your eyes from me, For they have overcome me. your hair is as a flock of goats, That lie along the side of Gil-e-ad. 6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, Which are come up from the washing; Whereof every one has twins, And none is bereaved among them. 7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Behind your veil. 8There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number. 9My dove, my undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother; She is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; yes, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 10Who is she that looks forth as the morning, Fair as the moon, Clear as the sun, Terrible as an army with banners?

11I went down into the garden of nuts, To see the green plants of the valley, To see whether the vine budded, And the pomegranates were in flower. 12Before I was aware, my soul set me Among the chariots of my princely people. 13Return, return, O Shu-lam-ite; Return, return, that we may look upon you. Why will you look upon the Shu-lam-ite, As upon the dance of Ma-ha-na-im?

 

7 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O princeís daughter! your rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman. 2Your body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: your waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. 3Your two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. 4Your neck is like the tower of ivory; your eyes as the pools in Hesh-bon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Leb-a-non Which looks toward Damascus. 5Your head is like Carmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses thereof. 6How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for delights! 7This your stature is like to a palm-tree, And your breasts to its clusters. 8I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let your breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of your breath like apples, 9And your mouth like the best wine, That goes down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.

10I am my belovedís; And his desire is toward me. 11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. 12Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded, And its blossom is open, And the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give you my love. 13The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.

 

8 Oh that you were as my brother, That sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find you without, I would kiss you; yes, and none would despise me. 2I would lead you, and bring you into my motherís house, Who would instruct me; I would cause you to drink of spiced wine, Of the juice of my pomegranate. 3His left hand should be under my head, And his right hand should embrace me. 4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, That you stir not up, nor awake my love, Until he pleases.

5Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple-tree I awakened you: There your mother was in travail with you, There was she in travail that brought you forth. 6Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm: For love is strong as death; Jealousy is cruel as Sheol; The flashes thereof are flashes of fire, A very flame of Jehovah. 7Many waters cannot quench love, Neither can floods drown it: If a man would give all the substance of his house for love, He would utterly be despised.

8We have a little sister, And she has no breasts: What shall we do for our sister In the day when she shall be spoken for? 9If she be a wall, We will build upon her a turret of silver: And if she be a door, We will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10I am a wall, and my breasts like the towers thereof Then was I in his eyes as one that found peace. 11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; He let out the vineyard unto keepers; Every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. 12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: you, O Solomon, shall have the thousand, And those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

13You that dwell in the gardens, The companions listen for your voice: Cause me to hear it. 14Hurry, my beloved, And be like unto a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.

 

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 All text copyright © 2005 Aaron Randall. All rights reserved.  Photos, unless otherwise credited, are the property of the auth, all rights reserved.  Originally posted February 24, 2004.  Revised: April 07, 2010.