1 The song of songs, which [is] Solomon's.
1 Solomons Song of Songs.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love [is] better than wine.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--for your love is more delightful than wine.
3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name [is as] ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
3 Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!
4 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.
4 Take me away with you--let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers. We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. How right they are to adore you!
5 I [am] black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
5 Dark am I, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
6 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.
6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mothers sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I have neglected.
7 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?
7 Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
8 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.
8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
9 I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy neck with chains [of gold].
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
13 My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
14 My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art] fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed [is] green.
16 How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.
17 The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our rafters of fir.
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.