\NormalFont\ShortTitle{Song of Solomon}
{\MT The Song of Solomon

\par }\ChapOne{1}{\PP \VerseOne{1}The
song
of
Songs,
which
is Solomon's.
\VS{2}Let
him give
me
the
kisses
of
his
mouth:
for
his
love
is
better
than
wine.
\VS{3}Sweet
is
the smell
of
your perfumes;
your
name
is
as perfume running
out;
so
the young girls give
you
their
love.
\VS{4}Take
me
to
you,
and we
will
go
after
you:
the
king
has taken
me
into
his house. We
will
be
glad
and full
of
joy
in
you, we
will
give more
thought
to
your
love
than
to
wine:
rightly
are
they
your
lovers.
\VS{5}I
am
dark,
but fair
of form,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
as
the
tents
of
Kedar,
as
the
curtains
of
Solomon.
\VS{6}Let
not
your eyes
be
turned
on
me, because
I
am
dark, because
I
was
looked
on
by
the
sun;
my mother's
children
were
angry
with
me;
they
made
me
the keeper
of
the vine-gardens;
but
my vine-garden
I
have
not kept.
\VS{7}Say,
O
love
of
my
soul,
where
you
give food
to
your
flock,
and
where
you
make
them
take
their
rest
in
the heat
of
the day;
why
have
I
to
be
as
one wandering
by
the
flocks
of
your
friends?
\VS{8}If
you
have
not
knowledge,
O most
beautiful
among
women,
go
on
your
way
in
the
footsteps
of
the
flock,
and give
your
young
goats food
by
the
tents
of
the keepers.
\VS{9}I have made
a comparison
of you, O my love,
to
a horse
in Pharaoh's carriages.
\VS{10}Your face is
a delight
with rings
of hair,
your
neck
with chains
of jewels.
\VS{11}We
will
make
you chains
of
gold
with
ornaments
of
silver.
\VS{12}While
the
king
is seated
at
his
table,
my spices
send
out
their
perfume.
\VS{13}As
a
bag
of
myrrh
is
my well-loved
one to me, when he
is
at rest all night
between
my
breasts.
\VS{14}My
love
is
to me as a branch
of the cypress-tree in the vine-gardens
of En-gedi.
\VS{15}See,
you
are
fair, my love,
you
are
fair;
you
have
the
eyes
of
a
dove.
\VS{16}See,
you
are
fair,
my loved
one,
and
a pleasure; our
bed
is
green.
\VS{17}Cedar-trees
are
the pillars
of our
house;
and our boards
are made
of fir-trees.

\par }\Chap{2}{\PP \VerseOne{1}I
am a
rose
of
Sharon, a flower
of
the
valleys.
\VS{2}As
the lily-flower
among
the
thorns
of
the waste,
so
is
my love
among
the
daughters.
\VS{3}As
the apple-tree
among
the
trees
of
the
wood,
so
is
my loved
one
among
the
sons.
I
took
my rest
under
his
shade
with
great
delight,
and
his
fruit
was
sweet
to
my
taste.
\VS{4}He
took
me
to
the
house
of
wine,
and
his flag
over
me
was
love.
\VS{5}Make
me strong
with wine-cakes, let
me
be comforted
with
apples;
I
am overcome
with
love.
\VS{6}His
left
hand
is
under
my
head,
and
his
right
hand
is round about
me.
\VS{7}I
say
to
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
by
the roes
of
the
field,
do
not let
love
be
moved
till
it
is ready.
\VS{8}The
voice
of
my loved
one!
See,
he
comes dancing
on
the
mountains, stepping quickly
on
the
hills.
\VS{9}My loved
one
is
like
a roe;
see,
he
is
on
the
other
side
of
our
wall,
he
is
looking
in
at
the
windows, letting himself
be seen
through
the spaces.
\VS{10}My loved
one
said
to
me,
Get
up,
my
love,
my
fair
one,
and
come away.
\VS{11}For,
see,
the
winter
is
past,
the
rain
is
over
and
gone;
\VS{12}The
flowers
are
come
on
the
earth;
the
time
of cutting
the vines
is
come,
and
the
voice
of
the dove
is sounding
in
our
land;
\VS{13}The fig-tree
puts
out
her green fruit
and
the
vines
with
their young fruit
give
a
good smell.
Get
up
from
your bed,
my
beautiful
one,
and
come away.
\VS{14}O
my
dove,
you are
in
the holes
of
the mountain sides,
in
the cracks
of
the high hills; let
me
see
your
face, let
your
voice come
to
my ears;
for
sweet
is
your
voice,
and
your
face
is fair.
\VS{15}Take
for us
the
foxes,
the
little
foxes, which do damage
to
the
vines; our
vines
have young grapes.
\VS{16}My loved one
is mine,
and
I
am his: he takes his food among
the flowers.
\VS{17}Till
the evening
comes,
and
the sky slowly becomes dark,
come,
my loved
one,
and
be
like
a roe
on
the
mountains
of
Bether.

\par }\Chap{3}{\PP \VerseOne{1}By
night
on
my
bed
I
was
looking
for
him
who
is
the
love
of
my
soul:
I
was
looking
for
him,
but
I
did
not see
him.
\VS{2}I
will
get
up
now
and
go
about
the
town,
in
the
streets
and
in
the wide ways
I
will
go
after
him
who
is
the
love
of
my
soul:
I
went
after
him,
but
I
did
not see
him.
\VS{3}The
watchmen
who
go
about
the
town
came
by
me;
to
them
I said,
Have
you
seen
him
who
is
my heart's
desire?
\VS{4}I
was
but
a
little
way
from
them,
when
I
came face
to face
with
him
who
is
the
love
of
my
soul.
I
took
him
by
the hands,
and
did
not
let
him
go,
till
I
had
taken
him
into
my mother's
house,
and
into
the
room
of
her
who
gave
me
birth.
\VS{5}I
say
to
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
by
the roes
of
the
field, let
not
love
be
moved
till
it
is ready.
\VS{6}Who
is
this
coming
out
of
the waste
places
like pillars
of
smoke,
perfumed
with sweet spices,
with
all
the spices
of
the trader?
\VS{7}See,
it
is
the
bed
of
Solomon;
sixty
men
of war
are
about
it,
of
the army
of
Israel,
\VS{8}All
of
them
armed
with
swords,
trained
in
war;
every
man
has
his
sword
at
his
side,
because
of
fear
in
the
night.
\VS{9}King
Solomon
made himself
a bed
of
the
wood
of
Lebanon.
\VS{10}He
made its
pillars
of
silver, its base
of
gold, its
seat
of
purple,
the
middle
of
it
of ebony.
\VS{11}Go
out, O
daughters
of Jerusalem,
and
see
King
Solomon,
with
the
crown which
his
mother
put
on
his head
on
the
day
when
he
was married,
and
on
the
day
of
the
joy
of
his
heart.

\par }\Chap{4}{\PP \VerseOne{1}See,
you
are
fair,
my love,
you
are
fair;
you
have
the
eyes
of
a
dove;
your
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats,
which take their rest
on
the side
of
Gilead.
\VS{2}Your
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
sheep
whose wool
is newly
cut, which
come
up
from
the
washing;
every
one
has
two lambs,
and
there
is
not
one
without young.
\VS{3}Your
red
lips
are like
a bright
thread,
and your mouth
is fair
of form;
the sides
of your head
are like
pomegranate fruit under your
veil.
\VS{4}Your
neck
is
like
the
tower
of
David
made
for
a store-house
of arms,
in which
a
thousand breastplates
are
hanging, breastplates
for fighting-men.
\VS{5}Your
two
breasts
are
like
two
young roes
of
the same birth, which take
their food among
the
lilies.
\VS{6}Till
the evening
comes,
and
the sky slowly becomes dark,
I
will go
to
the
mountain
of
myrrh,
and
to
the
hill
of
frankincense.
\VS{7}You
are
all
fair,
my love;
there
is
no mark
on
you.
\VS{8}Come
with
me
from
Lebanon,
my
bride,
with
me
from
Lebanon;
see
from
the
top
of
Amana,
from
the
top
of
Senir
and
Hermon,
from
the places
of
the
lions,
from
the
mountains
of
the
leopards.
\VS{9}You
have taken away my heart, my
sister, my
bride;
you
have taken away my heart,
with
one
look
you
have taken it,
with
one chain
of
your
neck!
\VS{10}How
fair
is
your
love,
my
sister!
How
much better
is
your
love
than
wine,
and
the smell
of
your
oils
than
any
perfume!
\VS{11}Your
lips
are dropping
honey;
honey
and
milk
are
under
your
tongue;
and
the smell
of
your
clothing
is
like
the smell
of
Lebanon.
\VS{12}A
garden walled-in
is my
sister, my
bride;
a
garden
shut
up,
a
spring
of water stopped.
\VS{13}The
produce
of
the garden
is
pomegranates;
with all
the best
fruits,
henna
and spikenard,
\VS{14}Spikenard
and safron;
calamus
and
cinnamon,
with
all
trees
of
frankincense;
myrrh
and
aloes,
with
all
the
chief
spices.
\VS{15}You are
a
fountain
of
gardens,
a
spring
of
living
waters,
and
flowing
waters
from
Lebanon.
\VS{16}Be
awake,
O
north
wind;
and
come,
O
south, blowing
on
my
garden,
so
that
its
spices
may
come
out. Let
my loved one
come
into
his
garden,
and
take
of
his good
fruits.

\par }\Chap{5}{\PP \VerseOne{1}I
have
come
into
my
garden,
my
sister,
my
bride;
to
take
my
myrrh
with
my spice;
my wax
with
my
honey;
my
wine
with
my
milk.
Take meat,
O
friends;
take
wine, yes, be overcome
with
love.
\VS{2}I
am sleeping,
but
my
heart
is
awake;
it
is
the
sound
of
my loved
one
at
the door,
saying,
Be
open
to
me,
my
sister,
my
love,
my
dove,
my very beautiful
one;
my
head
is wet
with
dew,
and
my
hair
with
the drops
of
the
night.
\VS{3}I have
put
off
my
coat;
how
may I
put it
on?
My
feet
are
washed;
how
may I
make
them unclean?
\VS{4}My loved
one
put
his
hand
on
the door,
and
my
heart
was
moved
for
him.
\VS{5}I
got
up
to let
my loved
one
in;
and
my
hands
were dropping
with
myrrh,
and
my
fingers
with liquid
myrrh,
on
the lock
of
the door.
\VS{6}I
made
the door
open
to
my loved
one;
but
my loved
one
had
taken
himself
away,
and
was
gone,
my
soul
was feeble
when
his
back
was
turned
on
me;
I
went
after
him,
but
I
did
not
come
near
him;
I
said
his
name,
but
he
gave
me
no
answer.
\VS{7}The
keepers
who
go
about
the
town
overtook
me;
they gave
me
blows
and
wounds;
the
keepers
of
the
walls
took
away
my veil
from
me.
\VS{8}I say
to
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
if
you
see
my loved
one,
what
will
you say
to
him?
That
I
am overcome
with
love.
\VS{9}What
is
your loved
one more than
another,
O fairest
among
women?
What
is
your loved
one more than
another,
that
you say
this
to us?
\VS{10}My loved one
is white
and
red,
the chief among
ten
thousand.
\VS{11}His
head
is as
the most delicate
gold; his
hair
is thick,
and
black as
a
raven.
\VS{12}His
eyes
are
as
the
eyes
of
doves
by
the
water
streams,
washed
with
milk,
and rightly
placed.
\VS{13}His face
is as
beds
of
spices, giving
out perfumes
of every sort; his
lips
like
lilies, dropping liquid
myrrh.
\VS{14}His
hands
are
as
rings
of
gold ornamented
with beryl-stones;
his
body
is
as
a smooth plate
of
ivory
covered
with
sapphires.
\VS{15}His
legs
are
as
pillars
of stone
on
a base
of delicate
gold;
his looks
are
as
Lebanon,
beautiful
as
the cedar-tree.
\VS{16}His
mouth
is most
sweet; yes,
he
is
all beautiful.
This
is
my loved
one,
and
this
is
my
friend,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem.

\par }\Chap{6}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Where
is
your loved
one
gone,
O most
fair
among
women?
Where
is
your loved
one
turned
away,
that
we may
go
looking
for
him
with
you?
\VS{2}My loved one
is
gone
down
into
his
garden,
to
the
beds
of
spices,
to
take food
in
the
gardens,
and
to get
lilies.
\VS{3}I
am for
my loved one,
and
my loved one
is for
me; he takes food among
the
lilies.
\VS{4}You
are
beautiful,
O my love,
as
Tirzah,
as
fair
as
Jerusalem;
you
are
to
be feared like an
army
with flags.
\VS{5}Let
your
eyes
be
turned
away
from
me;
see,
they
have overcome
me;
your
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats
which take
their rest
on
the
side
of
Gilead.
\VS{6}Your
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
sheep which
come
up
from
the
washing;
every
one
has
two lambs,
and
there
is
not
one
without young.
\VS{7}Like
pomegranate fruit are
the sides
of your head under your
veil.
\VS{8}There
are
sixty
queens,
and
eighty servant-wives,
and young girls
without
number.
\VS{9}My
dove,
my very beautiful
one,
is
but
one;
she
is
the
only
one
of
her
mother,
she
is
the dearest
one
of
her
who
gave
her
birth.
The
daughters
saw
her,
and
gave
her
a blessing;
yes,
the
queens
and
the servant-wives,
and
they
gave
her
praises.
\VS{10}Who
is she, looking
down
as
the
morning light,
fair
as
the
moon, clear
as
the
sun,
who
is
to be feared
like
an army with flags?
\VS{11}I
went
down
into
the
garden
of nuts
to
see
the
green plants
of
the
valley,
and
to
see
if
the
vine was
in
bud,
and
the pomegranate-trees were
in flower.
\VS{12}Before
I
was conscious
of
it, ...
\VS{13}Come back, come back, O Shulammite; come back, come back, so that our eyes may see you. What will you see in the Shulammite? A sword-dance.

\par }\Chap{7}{\PP \VerseOne{1}How beautiful
are
your feet
in
their shoes,
O king's daughter!
The curves
of
your legs
are
like jewels,
the work
of
the hands
of
a good workman:
\VS{2}Your stomach
is
a store
of grain
with lilies round
it,
and
in
the middle
a round cup full
of wine.
\VS{3}Your two breasts are
like two young roes
of
the same
birth.
\VS{4}Your neck is as a tower
of ivory; your eyes like
the waters
in Heshbon,
by
the doorway
of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as
the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:
\VS{5}Your
head
is
like Carmel,
and
the hair
of
your
head
is
like purple,
in
whose net
the
king
is prisoner.
\VS{6}How beautiful
and how sweet
you
are, O love,
for delight.
\VS{7}You
are tall like
a palm-tree,
and
your breasts
are like
the fruit
of
the vine.
\VS{8}I said, Let
me go up
the palm-tree, and let
me take its branches
in my hands: your
breasts will be as
the fruit
of
the vine, and
the smell
of your breath
like apples;
\VS{9}And
the roof
of
your mouth
like good wine flowing
down smoothly
for
my loved
one, moving gently over
my lips
and
my teeth.
\VS{10}I
am
for
my loved one,
and
his desire
is
for
me.
\VS{11}Come,
my loved one, let
us go
out
into
the field; let
us take rest
among
the cypress-trees.
\VS{12}Let
us
go
out early
to
the vine-gardens; let
us see if
the vine
is
in bud, if it
has
put
out
its young fruit,
and
the pomegranate
is
in flower. There I
will give you
my
love.
\VS{13}The mandrakes
give
out
a sweet smell,
and
at
our doors
are all sorts
of good fruits, new
and old,
which
I
have
kept
for
my loved
one.

\par }\Chap{8}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Oh
that
you
were
my
brother,
who
took milk
from
my mother's
breasts!
When
I
came
to
you
in
the
street,
I
would
give
you kisses;
yes,
I
would
not
be looked
down
on.
\VS{2}I
would
take
you
by
the hand
into
my mother's
house,
and
she
would
be
my teacher.
I
would
give
you
drink
of
spiced
wine,
drink
of
the
pomegranate.
\VS{3}His
left
hand would
be
under
my
head,
and
his
right
hand about
me.
\VS{4}I say
to
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
do
not let
love
be
moved
till
it
is ready.
\VS{5}Who
is
this,
who
comes
up
from
the waste
places, resting
on
her loved
one?
It
was
I
who
made
you
awake
under
the apple-tree,
where
your
mother
gave
you
birth;
there
she
was
in pain
at
your
birth.
\VS{6}Put
me
as
a sign
on
your
heart,
as
a sign
on
your
arm;
love
is
strong
as
death,
and
wrath bitter
as
the underworld:
its
coals
are
coals
of
fire; violent
are
its flames.
\VS{7}Much
water
may
not
put
out
love,
or
the deep
waters
overcome
it:
if
a
man
would
give
all
the
substance
of
his
house
for
love,
it
would
be judged
a price
not
great
enough.
\VS{8}We
have
a
young
sister,
and
she
has
no
breasts;
what
are
we
to
do
for
our
sister
in
the
day
when
she
is given
to
a
man?
\VS{9}If
she
is
a
wall,
we
will make
on
her
a strong base
of
silver;
and
if
she
is
a
door,
we
will let
her
be shut
up
with cedar-wood.
\VS{10}I
am
a
wall,
and
my
breasts
are
like
towers;
then
was
I
in
his
eyes
as
one
to whom good chance
had
come.
\VS{11}Solomon
had
a vine-garden
at
Baal-hamon;
he
let
out
the vine-garden
to
keepers;
every
one
had
to
give
a
thousand bits
of
silver
for
its
fruit.
\VS{12}My vine-garden, which
is mine,
is
before
me:
you, O
Solomon,
will have
the
thousand,
and
those who
keep
the
fruit
of
them
two
hundred.
\VS{13}You
who
have
your resting-place
in
the
gardens,
the friends
give ear
to
your
voice;
make
me
give ear
to it.
\VS{14}Come quickly,
my loved
one,
and be
like
a roe
on
the
mountains
of
spice.
\par }