| 001:001
| The
song of songs, which is Solomon's. |
| 001:002 | Let
him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
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| 001:003 | Because
of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore
do the virgins love thee. |
| 001:004 | Draw
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:
the upright love thee. |
| 001:005 | I
am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as
the curtains of Solomon. |
| 001:006 | Look
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 the keeper of the vineyards; but
mine own vineyard have I not kept. |
| 001:007 | Tell
me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock
to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks
of thy companions? |
| 001:008 | If
thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps
of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. |
| 001:009 | I
have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
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| 001:010 | Thy
cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. |
| 001:011 | We
will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. |
| 001:012 | While
the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
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| 001:013 | A
bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt
my breasts. |
| 001:014 | My
beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi. |
| 001:015 | Behold,
thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. |
| 001:016 | Behold,
thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. |
| 001:017 | The
beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. |
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| 002:001
| I
am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. | | 002:002 | As
the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. |
| 002:003 | As
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. |
| 002:004 | He
brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. |
| 002:005 | Stay
me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. |
| 002:006 | His
left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. |
| 002:007 | I
charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the
field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. |
| 002:008 | The
voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping
upon the hills. |
| 002:009 | My
beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall,
he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. |
| 002:010 | My
beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
|
| 002:011 | For,
lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; |
| 002:012 | The
flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; |
| 002:013 | The
fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape
give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. |
| 002:014 | 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 comely. |
| 002:015 | Take
us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender
grapes. |
| 002:016 | My
beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. |
| 002:017 | Until
the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like
a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. |
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| 003:001
| By
night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found
him not. | | 003:002 | I
will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways
I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. |
| 003:003 | The
watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my
soul loveth? |
| 003:004 | It
was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth:
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 conceived me. |
| 003:005 | I
charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the
field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. |
| 003:006 | Who
is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with
myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? |
| 003:007 | Behold
his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant
of Israel. |
| 003:008 | They
all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh
because of fear in the night. |
| 003:009 | King
Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. |
| 003:010 | He
made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering
of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters
of Jerusalem. |
| 003:011 | Go
forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith
his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness
of his heart. |
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| 004:001
| 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.
| | 004:002 | Thy
teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the
washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. |
| 004:003 | Thy
lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are
like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. |
| 004:004 | Thy
neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang
a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. |
| 004:005 | Thy
two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
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| 004:006 | Until
the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of
myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. |
| 004:007 | Thou
art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. |
| 004:008 | Come
with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of
Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains
of the leopards. |
| 004:009 | Thou
hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with
one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. |
| 004:010 | 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! |
| 004:011 | Thy
lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue;
and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. |
| 004:012 | A
garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
|
| 004:013 | Thy
plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with
spikenard, |
| 004:014 | Spikenard
and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and
aloes, with all the chief spices: |
| 004:015 | A
fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. |
| 004:016 | Awake,
O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof
may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
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| 005:001
| I
am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. | | 005:002 | I
sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled
with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. |
| 005:003 | I
have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall
I defile them? |
| 005:004 | My
beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for
him. |
| 005:005 | I
rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers
with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. |
| 005:006 | I
opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my
soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called
him, but he gave me no answer. |
| 005:007 | The
watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me;
the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. |
| 005:008 | I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him,
that I am sick of love. |
| 005:009 | 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? |
| 005:010 | My
beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. |
| 005:011 | His
head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. |
| 005:012 | His
eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and
fitly set. |
| 005:013 | His
cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping
sweet smelling myrrh. |
| 005:014 | His
hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid
with sapphires. |
| 005:015 | His
legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance
is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. |
| 005:016 | His
mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and
this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. |
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| 006:001
| Whither
is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned
aside? that we may seek him with thee. | | 006:002 | My
beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the
gardens, and to gather lilies. |
| 006:003 | I
am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. |
| 006:004 | Thou
art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army
with banners. |
| 006:005 | Turn
away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock
of goats that appear from Gilead. |
| 006:006 | Thy
teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one
beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. |
| 006:007 | As
a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. |
| 006:008 | There
are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
|
| 006:009 | My
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 blessed her; yea,
the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. |
| 006:010 | Who
is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
and terrible as an army with banners? |
| 006:011 | I
went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see
whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded. |
| 006:012 | Or
ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. |
| 006:013 | Return,
return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will
ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. |
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| 007:001
| How
beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs
are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. | | 007:002 | Thy
navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an
heap of wheat set about with lilies. |
| 007:003 | Thy
two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. |
| 007:004 | 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 looketh toward
Damascus. |
| 007:005 | Thine
head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the
king is held in the galleries. |
| 007:006 | How
fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
| 007:007 | This
thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
|
| 007:008 | I
said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof:
now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy
nose like apples; |
| 007:009 | And
the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly,
causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. |
| 007:010 | I
am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. |
| 007:011 | Come,
my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. |
| 007:012 | Let
us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether
the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give
thee my loves. |
| 007:013 | The
mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits,
new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
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| 008:001
| O
that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I
should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.
| | 008:002 | I
would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct
me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
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| 008:003 | His
left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. |
| 008:004 | I
charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
until he please. |
| 008:005 | Who
is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised
thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she
brought thee forth that bare thee. |
| 008:006 | Set
me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong
as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire,
which hath a most vehement flame. |
| 008:007 | Many
waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would
give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
|
| 008:008 | We
have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister
in the day when she shall be spoken for? |
| 008:009 | If
she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door,
we will inclose her with boards of cedar. |
| 008:010 | I
am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found
favour. |
| 008:011 | Solomon
had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one
for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. |
| 008:012 | My
vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand,
and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. |
| 008:013 | Thou
that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me
to hear it. |
| 008:014 | Make
haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains
of spices. |