1 Solomons Song of Songs.
1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomons.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--for your love is more delightful than wine.
2 O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth! For your love is better than wine,
3 Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens love you!
3 your anointing oils are fragrant, your name is oil poured out; therefore the maidens love you.
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!
4 Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you.
5 Dark am I, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
5 I am very dark, but comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.
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.
6 Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mothers sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my own vineyard I have not kept!
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?
7 Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
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.
8 If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your kids beside the shepherds tents.
9 I liken you, my darling, to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
9 I compare you, my love, to a mare of Pharaohs chariots.
10 Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
10 Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
11 We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
12 While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
12 While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
13 My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
13 My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
14 My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
14 My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.
15 How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
15 Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 How handsome you are, my lover! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.
16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;
17 The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
17 the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.