THE SONG OF SOLOMON
1Song of Solomon1 1:1
The
Song
of
songs,
which
is
Solomon’s.
2 1:2
Let
him
kiss
me
with
the
kisses
of
his
mouth;
For
thy
love
is
better
than
wine.
3 1:3
Thine
oils
have
a
goodly
fragrance;
Thy
name
is
as
oil
poured
forth;
Therefore
do
the
virgins
love
thee.
4 1:4
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
make
mention
of
thy
love
more
than
of
wine:
Rightly
do
they
love
thee.
5 1:5
I
am
black,
but
comely,
Oh
ye
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
As
the
tents
of
Kedar,
As
the
curtains
of
Solomon.
6 1:6
Look
not
upon
me,
because
I
am
swarthy,
Because
the
sun
hath
scorched
me.
My
mother’s
sons
were
incensed
against
me;
They
made
me
keeper
of
the
vineyards;
But
mine
own
vineyard
have
I
not
kept.
7 1:7
Tell
me,
O
thou
whom
my
soul
loveth,
Where
thou
feedest
thy
flock,
Where
thou
makest
it
to
rest
at
noon:
For
why
should
I
be
as
one
that
is veiled
Beside
the
flocks
of
thy
companions?
8 1:8
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.
9 1:9
I
have
compared
thee,
O
my
love,
To
a steed
in
Pharaoh’s
chariots.
10 1:10
Thy
cheeks
are
comely
with plaits
of
hair,
Thy
neck
with
strings
of
jewels.
11 1:11
We
will
make
thee plaits
of
gold
With
studs
of
silver.
12 1:12
While
the
king
sat
at
his
table,
My
spikenard
sent
forth
its
fragrance.
13 1:13
My
beloved
is
unto
me
as
a
bundle
of
myrrh,
That
lieth
betwixt
my
breasts.
14 1:14
My
beloved
is
unto
me
as
a
cluster
of henna-flowers
In
the
vineyards
of
En-gedi.
15 1:15
Behold,
thou
art
fair,
my
love;
Behold
thou
art
fair;
Thine
eyes
are
as
doves.
16 1:16
Behold,
thou
art
fair,
my
beloved,
yea,
pleasant:
Also
our
couch
is
green.
17 1:17
The
beams
of
our
house
are
cedars,
And
our
rafters
are
firs.
21 2:1
I
am
a
rose
of
Sharon,
A
lily
of
the
valleys.
2 2:2
As
a
lily
among
thorns,
So
is
my
love
among
the
daughters.
3 2:3
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.
4 2:4
He
brought
me
to
the banqueting-house,
And
his
banner
over
me
was
love.
5 2:5
Stay
ye
me
with
raisins,
refresh
me
with
apples;
For
I
am
sick
from
love.
6 2:6
His
left
hand
is
under
my
head,
And
his
right
hand
doth
embrace
me.
7 2:7
I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
By
the
roes,
or
by
the
hinds
of
the
field,
That
ye
stir
not
up,
nor
awake
my
love,
Until
he
please.
8 2:8
The
voice
of
my
beloved!
behold,
he
cometh,
Leaping
upon
the
mountains,
Skipping
upon
the
hills.
9 2:9
My
beloved
is
like
a
roe
or
a
young
hart:
Behold,
he
standeth
behind
our
wall;
He
looketh
in
at
the
windows;
He glanceth
through
the
lattice.
10 2:10
My
beloved
spake,
and
said
unto
me,
Rise
up,
my
love,
my
fair
one,
and
come
away.
11 2:11
For,
lo,
the
winter
is
past;
The
rain
is
over
and
gone;
12 2:12
The
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;
13 2:13
The fig-tree ripeneth
her
green
figs,
And
the
vines
are
in
blossom;
They
give
forth
their
fragrance.
Arise,
my
love,
my
fair
one,
and
come
away.
14 2:14
O
my
dove,
that
art
in
the
clefts
of
the
rock,
In
the
covert
of
the
steep
place,
Let
me
see
thy
countenance,
Let
me
hear
thy
voice;
For
sweet
is
thy
voice,
and
thy
countenance
is
comely.
15 2:15
Take
us
the
foxes,
the
little
foxes,
That
spoil
the
vineyards;
For
our
vineyards
are
in
blossom.
16 2:16
My
beloved
is
mine,
and
I
am
his:
He
feedeth
his
flock
among
the
lilies.
17 2:17
Until
the
day
be
cool,
and
the
shadows
flee
away,
Turn,
my
beloved,
and
be
thou
like
a
roe
or
a
young
hart
Upon
the
mountains
of
Bether.
31 3:1
By
night
on
my
bed
I
sought
him
whom
my
soul
loveth:
I
sought
him,
but
I
found
him
not.
2 3:2
I
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
loveth:
I
sought
him,
but
I
found
him
not.
3 3:3
The
watchmen
that
go
about
the
city
found
me;
To
whom
I
said,
Saw
ye
him
whom
my
soul
loveth?
4 3:4
It
was
but
a
little
that
I
passed
from
them,
When
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.
5 3:5
I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
By
the
roes,
or
by
the
hinds
of
the
field,
That
ye
stir
not
up,
nor
awake
my
love,
Until
he
please.
6 3:6
Who
is
this
that
cometh
up
from
the
wilderness
Like
pillars
of
smoke,
Perfumed
with
myrrh
and
frankincense,
With
all
powders
of
the
merchant?
7 3:7
Behold,
it
is
the litter
of
Solomon;
Threescore
mighty
men
are
about
it,
Of
the
mighty
men
of
Israel.
8 3:8
They
all
handle
the
sword,
and
are
expert
in
war:
Every
man
hath
his
sword
upon
his
thigh,
Because
of
fear
in
the
night.
9 3:9
King
Solomon
made
himself
a palanquin
Of
the
wood
of
Lebanon.
10 3:10
He
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.
11 3:11
Go
forth,
O
ye
daughters
of
Zion,
and
behold
king
Solomon,
With
the
crown
wherewith
his
mother
hath
crowned
him
In
the
day
of
his
espousals,
And
in
the
day
of
the
gladness
of
his
heart.
41 4:1
Behold,
thou
art
fair,
my
love;
behold,
thou
art
fair;
Thine
eyes
are
as
doves
behind
thy
veil.
Thy
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats,
That
lie
along
the
side
of
mount
Gilead.
2 4:2
Thy
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
ewes
that
are
newly
shorn,
Which
are
come
up
from
the
washing,
Whereof
every
one
hath
twins,
And
none
is
bereaved
among
them.
3 4:3
Thy
lips
are
like
a
thread
of
scarlet,
And
thy
mouth
is
comely.
Thy
temples
are
like
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate
Behind
thy
veil.
4 4:4
Thy
neck
is
like
the
tower
of
David
Builded
for
an
armory,
Whereon
there
hang
a
thousand
bucklers,
All
the
shields
of
the
mighty
men.
5 4:5
Thy
two
breasts
are
like
two
fawns
That
are
twins
of
a
roe,
Which
feed
among
the
lilies.
6 4:6
Until
the
day
be
cool,
and
the
shadows
flee
away,
I
will
get
me
to
the
mountain
of
myrrh,
And
to
the
hill
of
frankincense.
7 4:7
Thou
art
all
fair,
my
love;
And
there
is
no
spot
in
thee.
8 4:8
Come
with
me
from
Lebanon,
my
bride,
With
me
from
Lebanon:
Look
from
the
top
of
Amana,
From
the
top
of
Senir
and
Hermon,
From
the
lions’
dens,
From
the
mountains
of
the
leopards.
9 4:9
Thou
hast
ravished
my
heart,
my
sister,
my
bride;
Thou
hast
ravished
my
heart
with
one
of
thine
eyes,
With
one
chain
of
thy
neck.
10 4:10
How
fair
is
thy
love,
my
sister,
my
bride!
How
much
better
is
thy
love
than
wine!
And
the
fragrance
of
thine
oils
than
all
manner
of
spices!
11 4:11
Thy
lips,
O
my
bride,
drop
as
the
honeycomb:
Honey
and
milk
are
under
thy
tongue;
And
the
smell
of
thy
garments
is
like
the
smell
of
Lebanon.
12 4:12
A
garden
shut
up
is
my
sister,
my
bride;
A
spring
shut
up,
a
fountain
sealed.
13 4:13
Thy
shoots
are
an
orchard
of
pomegranates,
with
precious
fruits;
Henna
with
spikenard
plants,
14 4:14
Spikenard
and
saffron,
Calamus
and
cinnamon,
with
all
trees
of
frankincense;
Myrrh
and
aloes,
with
all
the
chief
spices.
15 4:15
Thou
art
a
fountain
of
gardens,
A
well
of
living
waters,
And
flowing
streams
from
Lebanon.
16 4:16
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
precious
fruits.
51 5:1
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,
yea,
drink
abundantly,
O
beloved.
2 5:2
I
was
asleep,
but
my
heart
waked:
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,
My
locks
with
the
drops
of
the
night.
3 5:3
I
have
put
off
my
garment;
how
shall
I
put
it
on?
I
have
washed
my
feet;
how
shall
I
defile
them?
4 5:4
My
beloved
put
in
his
hand
by
the
hole
of
the
door,
And
my
heart
was
moved
for
him.
5 5:5
I
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.
6 5:6
I
opened
to
my
beloved;
But
my
beloved
had
withdrawn
himself,
and
was
gone.
My
soul
had
failed
me
when
he
spake:
I
sought
him,
but
I
could
not
find
him;
I
called
him,
but
he
gave
me
no
answer.
7 5:7
The
watchmen
that
go
about
the
city
found
me,
They
smote
me,
they
wounded
me;
The
keepers
of
the
walls
took
away
my
mantle
from
me.
8 5:8
I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
If
ye
find
my
beloved,
That
ye
tell
him,
that
I
am
sick
from
love.
9 5:9
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
adjure
us?
10 5:10
My
beloved
is
white
and
ruddy,
The
chiefest
among
ten
thousand.
11 5:11
His
head
is
as
the
most
fine
gold;
His
locks
are
bushy,
and
black
as
a
raven.
12 5:12
His
eyes
are
like
doves
beside
the water-brooks,
Washed
with
milk,
and
fitly
set.
13 5:13
His
cheeks
are
as
a
bed
of
spices,
As
banks
of
sweet
herbs:
His
lips
are
as
lilies,
dropping
liquid
myrrh.
14 5:14
His
hands
are
as
rings
of
gold
set
with
beryl:
His
body
is
as
ivory
work
overlaid
with
sapphires.
15 5:15
His
legs
are
as
pillars
of
marble,
set
upon
sockets
of
fine
gold:
His aspect
is
like
Lebanon,
excellent
as
the
cedars.
16 5:16
His
mouth
is
most
sweet;
Yea,
he
is
altogether
lovely.
This
is
my
beloved,
and
this
is
my
friend,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem.
61 6:1
Whither
is
thy
beloved
gone,
O
thou
fairest
among
women?
Whither
hath
thy
beloved
turned
him,
That
we
may
seek
him
with
thee?
2 6:2
My
beloved
is
gone
down
to
his
garden,
To
the
beds
of
spices,
To
feed
in
the
gardens,
and
to
gather
lilies.
3 6:3
I
am
my
beloved’s,
and
my
beloved
is
mine:
He
feedeth
his
flock
among
the
lilies.
4 6:4
Thou
art
fair,
O
my
love,
as
Tirzah,
Comely
as
Jerusalem,
Terrible
as
an
army
with
banners.
5 6:5
Turn
away
thine
eyes
from
me,
For
they
have
overcome
me.
Thy
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats,
That
lie
along
the
side
of
Gilead.
6 6:6
Thy
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
ewes,
Which
are
come
up
from
the
washing;
Whereof
every
one
hath
twins,
And
none
is
bereaved
among
them.
7 6:7
Thy
temples
are
like
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate
Behind
thy
veil.
8 6:8
There
are
threescore
queens,
and
fourscore
concubines,
And
virgins
without
number.
9 6:9
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
called
her
blessed;
Yea,
the
queens
and
the
concubines,
and
they
praised
her.
10 6:10
Who
is
she
that
looketh
forth
as
the
morning,
Fair
as
the
moon,
Clear
as
the
sun,
Terrible
as
an
army
with
banners?
11 6:11
I
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.
12 6:12
Before
I
was
aware,
my
soul
set
me
Among
the
chariots
of
my princely
people.
13 6:13
Return,
return,
O
Shulammite;
Return,
return,
that
we
may
look
upon
thee.
Why
will
ye
look
upon
the
Shulammite,
As
upon
the
dance
of
Mahanaim?
71 7:1
How
beautiful
are
thy
feet
in
sandals,
O
prince’s
daughter!
Thy
rounded
thighs
are
like
jewels,
The
work
of
the
hands
of
a
skilful
workman.
2 7:2
Thy
body
is
like
a
round
goblet,
Wherein
no
mingled
wine
is
wanting:
Thy
waist
is
like
a
heap
of
wheat
Set
about
with
lilies.
3 7:3
Thy
two
breasts
are
like
two
fawns
That
are
twins
of
a
roe.
4 7:4
Thy
neck
is
like
the
tower
of
ivory;
Thine
eyes
as
the
pools
in
Heshbon,
By
the
gate
of
Bath-rabbim;
Thy
nose
is
like
the
tower
of
Lebanon
Which
looketh
toward
Damascus.
5 7:5
Thy
head
upon
thee
is
like
Carmel,
And
the
hair
of
thy
head
like
purple;
The
king
is
held
captive
in
the
tresses
thereof.
6 7:6
How
fair
and
how
pleasant
art
thou,
O
love,
for
delights!
7 7:7
This
thy
stature
is
like
to
a palm-tree,
And
thy
breasts
to
its
clusters.
8 7:8
I
said,
I
will
climb
up
into
the palm-tree,
I
will
take
hold
of
the
branches
thereof:
Let
thy
breasts
be
as
clusters
of
the
vine,
And
the
smell
of
thy
breath
like
apples,
9 7:9
And
thy
mouth
like
the
best
wine,
That
goeth
down
smoothly
for
my
beloved,
Gliding
through
the
lips
of
those
that
are
asleep.
10 7:10
I
am
my
beloved’s;
And
his
desire
is
toward
me.
11 7:11
Come,
my
beloved,
let
us
go
forth
into
the
field;
Let
us
lodge
in
the
villages.
12 7:12
Let
us
get
up
early
to
the
vineyards;
Let
us
see
whether
the
vine
hath
budded,
And
its
blossom
is
open,
And
the
pomegranates
are
in
flower:
There
will
I
give
thee
my
love.
13 7:13
The
mandrakes
give
forth
fragrance;
And
at
our
doors
are
all
manner
of
precious
fruits,
new
and
old,
Which
I
have
laid
up
for
thee,
O
my
beloved.
81 8:1
Oh
that
thou wert
as
my
brother,
That
sucked
the
breasts
of
my
mother!
When
I
should
find
thee
without,
I
would
kiss
thee;
Yea,
and
none
would
despise
me.
2 8:2
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.
3 8:3
His
left
hand
should
be
under
my
head,
And
his
right
hand
should
embrace
me.
4 8:4
I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
That
ye
stir
not
up,
nor
awake
my
love,
Until
he
please.
5 8:5
Who
is
this
that
cometh
up
from
the
wilderness,
Leaning
upon
her
beloved?
Under
the apple-tree
I
awakened
thee:
There
thy
mother
was
in
travail
with
thee,
There
was
she
in
travail
that
brought
thee
forth.
6 8:6
Set
me
as
a
seal
upon
thy
heart,
As
a
seal
upon
thine
arm:
For
love
is
strong
as
death;
Jealousy
is
cruel
as
Sheol;
The
flashes
thereof
are
flashes
of
fire,
A
very
flame
of
Jehovah.
7 8:7
Many
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
contemned.
8 8:8
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?
9 8:9
If
she
be
a
wall,
We
will
build
upon
her
a turret
of
silver:
And
if
she
be
a
door,
We
will
inclose
her
with
boards
of
cedar.
10 8:10
I
am
a
wall,
and
my
breasts
like
the
towers
thereof
Then
was
I
in
his
eyes
as
one
that
found
peace.
11 8:11
Solomon
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.
12 8:12
My
vineyard,
which
is
mine,
is
before
me:
Thou,
O
Solomon, shalt
have
the
thousand,
And
those
that
keep
the
fruit
thereof
two
hundred.
13 8:13
Thou
that
dwellest
in
the
gardens,
The
companions
hearken
for
thy
voice:
Cause
me
to
hear
it.
14 8:14
Make
haste,
my
beloved,
And
be
thou
like
to
a
roe
or
to
a
young
hart
Upon
the
mountains
of
spices.