1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 The Shulamite »Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. Your love is better than wine.
3 »Your good ointment has a pleasing aroma. Your name is like pure ointment. Therefore the maidens do love you.
4 »Draw me away. Daughters of Jerusalem »We will run after you.« The Shulamite »The king brought me into his chambers.« Daughters of Jerusalem »We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine!« The Shulamite »They are right to love you.«
5 »I am lovely and black, O you daughters of Jerusalem. I am like the tents of Kedar and the curtains of Solomon.
6 »Do not look at me because I am black. The sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard!
7 To Her Beloved »Tell me, O you whom I love where you feed your flock and where you make it rest at noon. Why should I be as one who veils herself by the flocks of your companions?«
8 The Beloved »If you do not know, O you fairest among women, follow the footsteps of the flock. Feed your kids beside the shepherds' tents.
9 »I have compared you, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 »Your cheeks are lovely with jewels and your neck with chains of gold.«
11 Daughters of Jerusalem »We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver.«
12 The Shulamite »While the king sits at his table, my perfume sends forth its fragrance.
13 »My beloved is like a cluster of myrrh to me. He will lie all night between my breasts.
14 »My beloved is to me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.«
15 The Beloved »Behold, you are fair, my love. Behold, you are fair. You have doves' eyes.«
16 The Shulamite »Behold, you are handsome, my beloved, yes, pleasant! Also our bed is green.
17 »The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
1 »I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.«
2 The Beloved »My love among the daughters is like a lily among thorns.«
3 The Shulamite »Just like 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.«
4 The Shulamite to the Daughters of Jerusalem »He brought me to the banquet hall. His banner over me was love.
5 »Sustain me with raisin cakes. Refresh me with apples: for I am lovesick.
6 »His left hand is under my head. His right hand embraces me.«
7 »I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the deer of the field: Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.«
8 The Shulamite »The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9 »My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks through the windows, gazing through the lattice.
10 »My beloved spoke, and said to me, Raise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 »For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth. The time of singing birds has come. The voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!«
14 »O my dove, you are in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs. Let me see your countenance. Let me hear your voice. For sweet is your voice, and your countenance is lovely.«
15 Her Brothers »Catch the foxes for us, the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.«
16 The Shulamite »My beloved is mine and I am his. He feeds among the lilies.
17 To Her Beloved »Until the daybreaks and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether.«
1 The Shulamite »By night on my bed I sought the one I love. I sought him, but I did not find him.
2 »I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets. I will seek the one I love in the streets and broad ways. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 »The watchmen who go about the city found me. I said to them: Did you see the one I love?
4 »Shortly after I passed by them, I found the one I love. I held him, and would not let him go, until I brought him to my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.«
5 »I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the deer of the field, that you do not stir nor awake my love, till he pleases.«
6 »Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7 »Behold it is Solomon's couch with sixty valiant men around it, of the valiant of Israel.
8 »They all hold swords. They are experts in war. Every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
9 »King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10 »He made the pillars of silver; the bottom of gold and its cover was of purple. The interior was paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 »Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown that his mother crowned him with in the day of his wedding, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.«
1 The Beloved »You are beautiful my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead.
2 »Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn and washed. Each has its twin and not one of them is alone.
3 »Your lips are like a thread of scarlet and your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.
4 »Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 »Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
6 »Until the daybreaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
7 »You are all fair, my love. There is no spot in you.
8 »Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon! Look from the peak of Mount Amana, from the peak of Mount Shenir and Mount Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 »You have ravished my heart, my sister, and my spouse. You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain around your neck.
10 »How fair is your love, my sister, and my spouse! How much better is your love than wine! The smell of your perfume than all spices!
11 »Your lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 »A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
13 »Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with ointment,
14 »Ointment and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
15 »A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.«
16 The Shulamite »Awake, O north wind; and come south; blow upon my garden that the spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.«
1 The Beloved »I came to my garden, my sister, my spouse. I gathered my myrrh with my spice. I ate my honeycomb with my honey and drank my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O beloved.«
2 The Shulamite »I sleep, 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, and my locks with the drops of the night.«
3 »I have removed my coat. How shall I put it on? I have washed my feet. How shall I defile them?
4 »My beloved extended his hand through the latch opening of the door. My heart yearned for him.
5 »I rose up to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh. My fingers were sweet from sweet smelling myrrh and they grasped the lock handles.
6 »I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My heart jumped when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7 »The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
8 »I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am lovesick.«
9 Daughters of Jerusalem »Is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? Is your beloved more than another beloved that you so charge us?«
10 The Shulamite »My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11 »His head is as the finest gold. His locks are like date clusters, bushy and black as a raven.
12 »His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 »His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers. His lips are like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh.
14 »His hands are as gold rings set with beryl. His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15 »His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16 »His mouth is very sweet: yes, he is altogether handsome. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.«
1 Daughters of Jerusalem »Where has your beloved one gone, O you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside that we may seek him with you?«
2 The Shulamite »My beloved went to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
3 »I am my beloveds, and my beloved is mine. He feeds among the lilies.«
4 The Beloved »You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
5 »Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
6 »Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one looks like twins, and there is not one barren among them.
7 »Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate.
8 »There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9 »My dove, my undefiled is the one. She is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her. The queens and the concubines praised her.
10 »Who is she who looks as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
11 The Shulamite »I went down into the garden of nut trees to see the fruits of the valley, to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded.
12 »Before I was aware of it my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people.
13 Beloved and his Friends »Return, return, O Shulamite return, return, that we may look at you.« The Shulamite »What will you see in the Shulamite? It was the company of two camps.«
1 The Beloved »How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman.
2 »Your navel is like a round goblet. It does not need liquor. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
3 »Your two breasts are like two young fawns that are twins.
4 »Your neck is as a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
5 »Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
6 »How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights!
7 »Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of dates.
8 »I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs. Also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples.
9 »The roof of your mouth is like the best wine for my beloved.« The Shulamite »The wine goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
10 »I belong to my beloved. His desire is toward me.
11 »Come, my beloved, let us go into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.
12 »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 I will give you my love.
13 »The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
1 »If only you were like my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I find you outside I would kiss you. I would not be despised.
2 »I would lead you to my mother's house. She would instruct me. I would induce you to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3 To the Daughters of Jerusalem »His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
4 »I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, do not stir me up or awake my love until he pleases.«
5 A Relative »Who is this woman who comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?« »I raised you up under the apple tree. There your mother experienced birth pains.«
6 The Shulamite to her Beloved »Set me as a signature ring seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. For Love is as strong as death. Zeal devotion is as fixed as the grave. And zeal burns like coals of fire, the very flame of Jehovah.
7 »Many waters cannot quench love. Rivers cannot wash it away. If a man would give all the riches of his house for love, it would be utterly despised.«
8 The Shulamites Brother »We have a little sister, and she has no breasts. What shall we do for our sister in the day when she will be spoken for?
9 »If she were a wall, we would build upon her a palace of silver. If she were a door, we would enclose her with boards of cedar.«
10 The Shulamite »I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. I was the one who found favor in his eyes.
11 »Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon. He leased the vineyard to keepers. Every one was to bring a thousand pieces of silver for its fruit.«
12 To Solomon »My vineyard, which is mine, is before me. You, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that tend the fruit two hundred.«
13 The Beloved »You who dwell in the gardens, the companions listen to your voice. Cause me to hear it.«
14 The Shulamite »Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices.«