\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 kiss
me
with
the
kisses
of
his
mouth;
For thy
love
is
better
than
wine.
\VS{3}Thine ointments savour sweetly; Thy
name
is
an
ointment poured forth:
Therefore do
the virgins
love thee.
\VS{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.
They
love thee
uprightly.
\VS{5}I
am
black,
but
comely,
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
As
the
tents
of
Kedar,
As
the
curtains
of
Solomon.
\VS{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 keeper
of
the
vineyards; Mine own
vineyard
have
I
not kept.
\VS{7}Tell
me, 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 veiled
Beside
the
flocks
of thy
companions?
\VS{8}If thou
know
not, thou fairest
among
women,
Go thy
way
forth
by
the
footsteps
of
the
flock,
And
feed thy kids
beside
the shepherds' booths.
\VS{9}I
compare thee, my love,
To
a steed
in Pharaoh's
chariots.
\VS{10}Thy
cheeks
are comely
with bead-rows, Thy
neck
with ornamental chains.
\VS{11}We
will
make thee bead-rows
of
gold
With studs
of
silver.
\VS{12}While
the
king
is
at
his
table,
My spikenard sendeth
forth
its fragrance.
\VS{13}A bundle
of
myrrh
is
my
beloved unto me; He shall pass
the night
between
my
breasts.
\VS{14}My
beloved
is unto me a
cluster
of henna-flowers In the
vineyards
of
Engedi.
\VS{15}Behold, thou art
fair, my love;
Behold, thou art
fair: thine
eyes
are
doves.
\VS{16}Behold, thou art
fair,
my
beloved, yea,
pleasant;
Also our
bed
is
green.
\VS{17}The
beams
of our
houses
are
cedars, Our
rafters
are
cypresses.

\par }\Chap{2}{\PP \VerseOne{1}I
am a narcissus
of
Sharon, A
lily
of
the
valleys.
\VS{2}As
the
lily
among
thorns,
So
is
my love
among
the
daughters.
\VS{3}As
the apple-tree
among
the
trees
of
the
wood,
So
is
my
beloved
among
the
sons:
In
his
shadow
have
I rapture
and
sit
down;
And
his
fruit
is
sweet
to
my
taste.
\VS{4}He hath
brought
me
to
the
house
of
wine,
And
his
banner
over
me
is
love.
\VS{5}Sustain ye
me
with raisin-cakes,
Refresh
me
with
apples;
For
I
am
sick
of
love.
\VS{6}His
left
hand
is
under
my
head,
And
his
right
hand doth
embrace
me.
\VS{7}I charge
you,
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
By
the
gazelles,
or
by
the
hinds
of
the
field,
That ye
stir
not
up,
nor
awake [my]
love,
till
he please.
\VS{8}The
voice
of
my
beloved!
Behold,
he cometh
Leaping
upon
the
mountains, Skipping
upon
the
hills.
\VS{9}My
beloved
is
like
a gazelle
or
a
young hart.
Behold,
he standeth
behind
our
wall,
He looketh
in
through
the
windows, Glancing
through
the
lattice.
\VS{10}My
beloved spake
and
said unto
me,
Rise
up,
my
love,
my
fair
one,
and
come away.
\VS{11}For
behold,
the
winter
is
past,
The
rain
is
over,
it
is
gone:
\VS{12}The
flowers
appear
on
the
earth;
The
time
of singing
is
come,
And
the
voice
of
the turtle-dove
is
heard
in
our
land;
\VS{13}The fig-tree melloweth
her winter
figs,
And
the
vines
in bloom
give
forth [their] fragrance.
Arise,
my love,
my
fair
one,
and
come away!
\VS{14}My
dove,
in
the
clefts
of
the
rock,
In
the covert
of
the precipice, Let
me
see thy countenance, let
me
hear thy
voice;
For
sweet
is thy
voice,
and thy countenance
is
comely.
\VS{15}Take us
the
foxes,
The
little
foxes, that spoil
the
vineyards;
For our
vineyards are in bloom.
\VS{16}My
beloved
is mine,
and
I
am his; He feedeth [his flock] among
the
lilies,
\VS{17}Until
the
day dawn,
and
the shadows
flee
away.
Turn,
my
beloved:
be thou
like
a gazelle
or
a
young hart,
Upon
the
mountains
of
Bether.

\par }\Chap{3}{\PP \VerseOne{1}On
my
bed,
in
the
nights,
I
sought
him whom
my
soul loveth:
I
sought
him,
but
I
found
him
not.
\VS{2}I
will
rise
now,
and
go
about
the
city;
In
the
streets
and
in
the broadways
Will
I
seek
him whom
my
soul loveth:
I
sought
him,
but
I
found
him
not.
\VS{3}The
watchmen
that
go
about
the
city
found
me: —
Have ye
seen
him whom
my
soul loveth?
\VS{4}—
Scarcely
had
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.
\VS{5}I charge
you,
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
By
the
gazelles,
or
by
the
hinds
of
the
field,
That ye
stir
not
up,
nor
awake [my]
love,
till
he please.
\VS{6}Who
is
this, [she]
that cometh
up
from
the
wilderness
Like pillars
of
smoke,
Perfumed
with
myrrh
and
frankincense,
With
all
powders
of
the
merchant? ...
\VS{7}Behold
his
couch, Solomon's own: Threescore
mighty
men
are
about
it,
Of
the
mighty
of
Israel.
\VS{8}They
all
hold
the
sword, Experts
in
war;
Each hath
his
sword
upon
his
thigh
Because
of alarm
in
the
nights.
\VS{9}King
Solomon
made himself
a palanquin
Of
the
wood
of
Lebanon.
\VS{10}Its
pillars
he
made
of
silver, Its support
of
gold, Its
seat
of
purple;
The
midst thereof
was paved [with]
love
By
the
daughters
of
Jerusalem.
\VS{11}Go
forth,
daughters
of
Zion,
And
behold
king
Solomon
With
the
crown wherewith
his
mother
crowned
him
In
the
day
of
his espousals,
And
in
the
day
of
the
gladness
of
his
heart.

\par }\Chap{4}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Behold, thou art
fair,
my love;
behold, thou art
fair; Thine
eyes
are
doves
behind thy
veil; Thy
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats,
On
the slopes
of
mount
Gilead.
\VS{2}Thy
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
shorn
sheep, Which
go
up
from
the
washing; Which
have
all borne
twins,
And
none
is barren
among
them.
\VS{3}Thy
lips
are like
a
thread
of
scarlet,
And thy
speech
is
comely;
As
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate
are thy
temples
Behind thy
veil.
\VS{4}Thy
neck
is
like
the
tower
of
David,
Built
for
an armoury:
A
thousand bucklers
hang
thereon,
All
shields
of
mighty
men.
\VS{5}Thy
two
breasts
are
like
two
fawns,
twins
of a
gazelle, Which
feed among
the
lilies.
\VS{6}Until
the
day dawn,
and
the shadows
flee
away,
I
will get
me
to
the
mountain
of
myrrh,
And
to
the
hill
of
frankincense.
\VS{7}Thou art
all
fair,
my love;
And
there
is
no
spot
in thee.
\VS{8}[Come]
with
me,
from
Lebanon, [my] spouse,
With
me
from
Lebanon, —
Come,
look
from
the
top
of Amanah,
From
the
top
of
Senir
and
Hermon,
From
the lions'
dens,
From
the
mountains
of
the
leopards.
\VS{9}Thou hast ravished my heart, my
sister, [my] spouse; Thou hast ravished my heart
with
one
of thine
eyes,
With
one chain
of thy
neck.
\VS{10}How
fair
is thy
love,
my
sister, [my] spouse!
How
much better
is thy
love
than
wine!
And
the fragrance
of thine ointments
than
all
spices!
\VS{11}Thy
lips, [my] spouse, drop [as]
the honeycomb;
Honey
and
milk
are
under thy
tongue;
And
the smell
of thy
garments
is
like
the smell
of
Lebanon.
\VS{12}A
garden enclosed
is my
sister, [my] spouse;
A
spring
shut
up,
a
fountain
sealed.
\VS{13}Thy
shoots
are a paradise
of
pomegranates,
with precious
fruits;
Henna
with spikenard
plants;
\VS{14}Spikenard
and
saffron;
Calamus
and
cinnamon,
with
all
trees
of
frankincense;
Myrrh
and
aloes,
with
all
the
chief
spices:
\VS{15}A
fountain
in
the
gardens,
A
well
of
living
waters,
Which
stream
from
Lebanon.
\VS{16}Awake,
north
wind,
and
come, [thou]
south;
Blow
upon
my
garden, [that]
the
spices thereof
may
flow forth. Let
my
beloved
come
into
his
garden,
And
eat
its precious
fruits.

\par }\Chap{5}{\PP \VerseOne{1}I am
come
into
my
garden,
my
sister, [my] spouse;
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,
beloved ones!
\VS{2}I
slept,
but
my
heart
was
awake.
The
voice
of
my
beloved!
he knocketh:
Open
to
me,
my
sister,
my
love,
my
dove, mine undefiled;
For
my
head
is
filled
with
dew,
My
locks
with
the drops
of
the
night.
\VS{3}— I have
put
off
my
tunic,
how should I
put it
on? I have
washed
my
feet,
how should I pollute
them? —
\VS{4}My
beloved
put
in
his
hand
by
the
hole [of
the door];
And
my
bowels yearned
for
him.
\VS{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 lock.
\VS{6}I
opened
to
my
beloved;
But
my
beloved
had withdrawn
himself;
he
was
gone:
My
soul
went
forth
when
he
spoke.
I
sought
him,
but
I
found
him
not;
I
called
him,
but
he
gave
me
no
answer.
\VS{7}The
watchmen that
went
about
the
city
found
me;
They
smote
me,
they
wounded
me;
The
keepers
of
the
walls
took
away
my veil
from
me.
\VS{8}I charge
you,
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
If ye
find
my
beloved, ...What
will ye
tell
him? —
That
I
am
sick
of
love.
\VS{9}What
is thy
beloved more than [another]
beloved, Thou fairest
among
women?
What
is thy
beloved more than [another]
beloved,
That thou dost
so charge us?
\VS{10}My
beloved
is white
and
ruddy,
The chiefest among
ten
thousand.
\VS{11}His
head
is [as]
the
finest
gold; His
locks
are flowing,
black as
the
raven;
\VS{12}His
eyes
are
like
doves
by
the water-brooks,
Washed
with
milk, fitly
set;
\VS{13}His
cheeks
are as a
bed
of
spices, raised
beds
of
sweet plants; His
lips
lilies, dropping liquid
myrrh.
\VS{14}His
hands
gold
rings,
set
with
the chrysolite;
His belly
is bright
ivory, overlaid [with]
sapphires;
\VS{15}His
legs,
pillars
of marble,
set
upon
bases
of
fine
gold:
His bearing
as
Lebanon, excellent
as
the
cedars;
\VS{16}His
mouth
is most
sweet: Yea,
he
is
altogether lovely.
This
is
my
beloved, yea,
this
is
my
friend,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem.

\par }\Chap{6}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Whither
is thy
beloved
gone, Thou fairest
among
women? Whither
is thy
beloved
turned
aside?
And
we
will
seek
him
with thee.
\VS{2}My
beloved
is
gone
down
into
his
garden,
to
the
beds
of
spices,
To
feed
in
the
gardens
and
to
gather
lilies.
\VS{3}I
am
my beloved's,
and
my
beloved
is mine: He feedeth [his flock] among
the
lilies.
\VS{4}Thou art
fair, my love,
as
Tirzah,
Comely
as
Jerusalem, Terrible
as troops
with banners:
\VS{5}Turn
away thine
eyes
from
me,
For
they overcome
me. Thy
hair
is
as
a
flock
of
goats
On
the slopes
of
Gilead.
\VS{6}Thy
teeth
are
like
a
flock
of
sheep Which
go
up
from
the
washing; Which
have
all borne
twins,
And
none
is barren
among
them.
\VS{7}As
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate are thy
temples
Behind thy
veil.
\VS{8}There
are threescore
queens,
and fourscore
concubines,
And virgins
without
number:
\VS{9}My
dove, mine undefiled,
is
but
one;
She
is
the
only
one
of
her
mother,
She
is
the
choice
one
of
her
that
bore
her.
The
daughters
saw
her,
and
they
called
her
blessed;
The
queens
and
the
concubines,
and
they
praised
her.
\VS{10}Who
is she
that looketh forth
as
the
dawn,
Fair
as
the
moon, clear
as
the
sun, Terrible
as troops with banners?
\VS{11}I
went
down
into
the
garden
of nuts,
To
see
the verdure
of
the
valley,
To
see
whether
the
vine
budded,
Whether
the
pomegranates blossomed.
\VS{12}Before
I
was
aware,
My
soul
set
me
upon
the
chariots
of
my
willing
people.
\VS{13}Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return, that we may look upon thee. — What would ye look upon in the Shulamite? — As it were the dance of two camps.

\par }\Chap{7}{\PP \VerseOne{1}How beautiful
are thy footsteps
in sandals,
O prince's daughter!
The roundings
of thy thighs
are
like jewels,
The work
of
the hands
of
an artist.
\VS{2}Thy navel
is
a round goblet, [which] wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly
a heap
of wheat, set about
with lilies;
\VS{3}Thy two breasts are
like two fawns, twins
of
a gazelle;
\VS{4}Thy neck is as a tower
of ivory; Thine eyes, [like]
the pools
in Heshbon,
By
the gate
of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like
the tower
of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus;
\VS{5}Thy
head
upon thee
is
like Carmel,
And
the locks
of thy
head
like purple;
The
king
is fettered
by [thy] ringlets!
\VS{6}How fair
and how pleasant art thou, [my] love,
in delights!
\VS{7}This thy stature
is like
to
a palm-tree,
And thy breasts
to grape clusters.
\VS{8}I said,
I will go up
to
the palm-tree,
I will take hold
of
the boughs thereof; And thy
breasts shall indeed be
like
clusters
of
the vine, And
the fragrance
of thy nose
like apples,
\VS{9}And
the roof
of thy mouth
like
the best wine, ...That goeth
down smoothly
for
my beloved,
And stealeth over
the lips
of
them
that
are asleep.
\VS{10}I
am
my beloved's,
And
his desire
is
toward
me.
\VS{11}— Come,
my
beloved, let
us go forth
into
the fields; Let
us lodge
in
the villages.
\VS{12}We
will
go up early
to
the vineyards, We
will see if
the vine hath budded, [If]
the blossom
is opening,
And
the pomegranates are
in bloom: There
will I give thee
my loves.
\VS{13}The mandrakes
yield fragrance;
And
at
our gates
are all
choice fruits, new
and old:
I
have
laid
them
up
for thee,
my
beloved.

\par }\Chap{8}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Oh
that thou wert
as
my
brother,
That sucked
the
breasts
of
my
mother!
Should
I
find thee
without,
I
would kiss thee;
And
they
would
not
despise
me.
\VS{2}I
would
lead thee,
bring thee
into
my mother's
house; Thou wouldest
instruct
me:
I
would cause thee
to
drink
of
spiced
wine,
Of
the
juice
of
my
pomegranate.
\VS{3}His
left
hand would
be
under
my
head,
And
his
right
hand
embrace
me.
\VS{4}I charge
you,
daughters
of
Jerusalem, ...Why
should ye
stir
up,
why
awake [my]
love,
till
he please?
\VS{5}Who
is
this
that cometh
up
from
the
wilderness,
Leaning
upon
her
beloved?
I awoke thee
under
the apple-tree:
There thy
mother
brought thee
forth;
There
she
brought thee
forth [that]
bore thee.
\VS{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, Flames
of Jah.
\VS{7}Many
waters
cannot
quench
love,
Neither
do
the
floods drown
it:
Even
if
a
man
gave
all
the
substance
of
his
house
for
love,
It
would
utterly
be contemned.
\VS{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? —
\VS{9}If
she
be
a
wall,
We
will
build
upon
her
a turret
of
silver;
And
if
she
be
a
door,
We
will enclose
her
with boards
of
cedar.
\VS{10}I
am
a
wall,
and
my
breasts
like
towers;
Then
was
I
in
his
eyes
as
one
that findeth
peace.
\VS{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 silver-pieces.
\VS{12}My
vineyard, which
is mine,
is
before
me:
The
thousand [silver-pieces]
be
to thee,
Solomon;
And
to
the keepers
of
its
fruit,
two
hundred.
\VS{13}Thou
that dwellest
in
the
gardens,
The
companions hearken
to thy
voice: Let
me
hear [it].
\VS{14}Haste,
my
beloved,
And be thou
like
a gazelle
or
a
young hart
Upon
the
mountains
of
spices.
\par }