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

\par }\ChapOne{1}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Let
him kiss
me
with
the kiss
of
his mouth:
for thy breasts
are better than wine,
\VS{2}Smelling sweet
of
the
best ointments. Thy name
is
as oil poured out:
therefore young maidens
have loved thee.
\VS{3}Draw
me: we
will run
after thee
to
the odour
of thy ointments.
The
king hath brought
me
into
his storerooms: we
will
be glad
and rejoice
in thee, remembering thy breasts
more
than wine:
the righteous
love thee.
\VS{4}I am black
but beautiful,
O ye daughters
of Jerusalem,
as
the tents
of Cedar,
as
the curtains
of Solomon.
\VS{5}Do
not consider
me
that
I
am brown, because
the sun hath altered
my colour:
the sons
of
my mother
have fought
against
me,
they
have made
me
the keeper
in
the vineyards:
my vineyard
I
have
not kept.
\VS{6}Shew
me,
O thou whom
my soul loveth,
where thou feedest,
where thou liest
in
the midday, lest
I begin
to wander after
the flocks
of thy companions.
\VS{7}If thou
know
not thyself,
O fairest
among women,
go forth,
and
follow
after
the steps
of
the
flocks,
and
feed thy kids
beside
the tents
of
the
shepherds.
\VS{8}To
my company
of horsemen,
in Pharao’s chariots,
have
I likened thee,
O
my love.
\VS{9}Thy cheeks
are beautiful as
the turtledove’s, thy neck as jewels.
\VS{10}We will make thee chains
of gold, inlaid
with silver.
\VS{11}While
the king
was
at
his repose,
my spikenard sent forth
the odour thereof.
\VS{12}A bundle
of myrrh
is
my beloved
to
me,
he
shall abide
between
my breasts.
\VS{13}A cluster
of cypress
my
love
is to me,
in
the vineyards
of Engaddi.
\VS{14}Behold thou art fair,
O my
love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those
of doves.
\VS{15}Behold thou art
fair, my beloved,
and comely.
Our bed
is flourishing.
\VS{16}The beams
of our houses
are
of cedar, our rafters
of cypress trees.

\par }\Chap{2}{\PP \VerseOne{1}I
am
the flower
of
the field, and
the
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
woods,
so
is
my
beloved
among
the
sons.
I
sat
down
under
his
shadow, whom
I
desired:
and
his
fruit
was
sweet
to
my
palate.
\VS{4}He
brought
me
into
the cellar
of
wine,
he
set
in order charity
in
me.
\VS{5}Stay
me
up
with flowers, compass
me about
with
apples:
because
I languish
with
love.
\VS{6}His
left
hand
is
under
my
head,
and
his
right
hand
shall
embrace
me.
\VS{7}I
adjure
you,
O ye
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
by
the roes,
and
the harts
of
the,
fields,
that
you
stir
not
up,
nor make
the
beloved
to
awake,
till
she please.
\VS{8}The
voice
of
my
beloved,
behold
he cometh
leaping
upon
the
mountains, skipping
over
the
hills.
\VS{9}My
beloved
is
like
a roe,
or
a
young hart.
Behold
he standeth
behind
our
wall,
looking
through
the
windows,
looking
through
the lattices.
\VS{10}Behold
my
beloved speaketh
to
me:
Arise,
make haste,
my
love,
my dove,
my
beautiful
one,
and
come.
\VS{11}For
winter
is
now
past,
the
rain
is
over
and
gone.
\VS{12}The
flowers
have
appeared
in
our
land,
the
time
of
pruning
is
come:
the
voice
of
the turtle
is
heard
in
our
land:
\VS{13}The
fig
tree hath
put
forth
her green
figs:
the
vines
in flower
yield
their sweet smell.
Arise,
my love,
my
beautiful
one,
and
come:
\VS{14}My
dove
in
the
clefts
of
the
rock,
in
the hollow places
of
the wall, shew
me thy
face, let thy
voice
sound
in
my ears:
for thy
voice
is
sweet,
and thy
face
comely.
\VS{15}Catch us
the
little
foxes that destroy
the
vines:
for our
vineyard hath flourished.
\VS{16}My
beloved to
me,
and
I to him who feedeth among
the
lilies,
\VS{17}Till
the
day break,
and
the shadows retire. Return:
be
like,
my
beloved,
to
a roe,
or
to
a
young hart
upon
the
mountains
of
Bether.

\par }\Chap{3}{\PP \VerseOne{1}In
my
bed
by
night
I
sought
him whom
my
soul loveth:
I
sought
him,
and
found
him
not.
\VS{2}I
will
rise,
and
will
go
about
the
city:
in
the
streets
and
the broad ways
I
will
seek
him whom
my
soul loveth:
I
sought
him,
and
I
found
him
not.
\VS{3}The
watchmen
who
keep
the
city,
found
me:
Have
you
seen
him, whom
my
soul loveth?
\VS{4}When
I
had
a
little
passed
by
them,
I
found
him whom
my
soul loveth:
I
held
him:
and
I
will
not
let
him
go,
till
I
bring
him
into
my
mother’s
house,
and
into
the
chamber
of
her
that bore
me.
\VS{5}I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
by
the roes
and
the harts
of
the
fields,
that
you
stir
not
up,
nor
awake
my
beloved,
till
she please.
\VS{6}Who
is she
that goeth
up
by
the
desert,
as
a pillar
of
smoke
of aromatical spices,
of
myrrh,
and
frankincense,
and
of
all
the
powders
of
the perfumer?
\VS{7}Behold threescore
valiant
ones
of
the most
valiant
of
Israel,
surrounded
the
bed
of
Solomon?
\VS{8}All
holding
swords,
and most
expert
in
war:
every
man’s
sword
upon
his
thigh,
because
of
fears
in
the
night.
\VS{9}King
Solomon hath
made
him
a litter
of
the
wood
of Libanus:
\VS{10}The
pillars thereof
he
made
of
silver,
the
seat
of
gold,
the going up
of
purple:
the
midst
he
covered
with charity
for
the
daughters
of
Jerusalem.
\VS{11}Go
forth, ye
daughters
of Sion,
and
see
king
Solomon
in
the diadem, wherewith
his
mother
crowned
him
in
the
day
of
his espousals,
and
in
the
day
of
the
joy
of
his
heart.

\par }\Chap{4}{\PP \VerseOne{1}How
beautiful art thou,
my love, how
beautiful art thou! thy
eyes
are doves’
eyes, besides
what
is hid within. Thy
hair
is
as
flocks
of
goats,
which Come up
from
mount Galaad.
\VS{2}Thy
teeth
as
flocks
of
sheep,
that
are
shorn which
come
up
from
the
washing,
all
with
twins,
and
there
is
none barren
among
them.
\VS{3}Thy
lips
are
as
a
scarlet lace:
and thy
speech sweet. Thy cheeks
are
as
a
piece
of
a
pomegranate, besides that which lieth hid within.
\VS{4}Thy
neck,
is as
the
tower
of
David, which
is
built
with bulwarks:
a
thousand bucklers
hang
upon
it,
all
the armour
of
valiant
men.
\VS{5}Thy
two
breasts
like
two
young roes that
are
twins, which
feed among
the
lilies.
\VS{6}Till
the
day break,
and
the shadows retire,
I
will go
to
the
mountain
of
myrrh,
and
to
the
hill
of
frankincense.
\VS{7}Thou art
all
fair, O
my love,
and
there
is
not
a
spot
in thee.
\VS{8}Come
from Libanus,
my spouse,
come
from Libanus,
come: thou shalt be crowned
from
the
top
of
Amana,
from
the
top
of Sanir
and
Hermon,
from
the
dens
of
the
lions,
from
the
mountains
of
the
leopards.
\VS{9}Thou hast wounded my heart, my
sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart
with
one
of thy
eyes,
and
with
one hair
of thy
neck.
\VS{10}How
beautiful
are thy breasts,
my
sister,
my spouse! thy breasts
are more
beautiful
than
wine,
and
the
sweet smell
of thy ointments above
all aromatical
spices.
\VS{11}Thy
lips,
my spouse,
are
as
a dropping honeycomb,
honey
and
milk
are
under thy
tongue;
and
the smell
of thy
garments,
as
the smell
of frankincense.
\VS{12}My
sister, my spouse,
is
a
garden enclosed,
a
garden enclosed,
a
fountain
sealed
up.
\VS{13}Thy
plants
are a paradise
of
pomegranates
with
the
fruits
of
the
orchard. Cypress
with spikenard.
\VS{14}Spikenard
and
saffron,
sweet
cane
and
cinnamon,
with
all
the
trees
of Libanus,
myrrh
and
aloes
with
all
the
chief perfumes.
\VS{15}The
fountain
of
gardens:
the
well
of
living
waters,
which run
with
a strong
stream
from Libanus.
\VS{16}Arise,
O
north
wind,
and
come,
O
south
wind,
blow
through
my
garden,
and let
the aromatical
spices thereof
flow.

\par }\Chap{5}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Let
my
beloved
come
into
his
garden,
and
eat
the fruit
of
his apple trees.
I am
come
into
my
garden,
O
my
sister,
my spouse,
I
have
gathered
my
myrrh,
with
my aromatical spices:
I
have
eaten
the honeycomb
with
my
honey,
I
have
drunk
my
wine
with
my
milk:
eat,
O
friends,
and
drink,
and be inebriated,
my dearly
beloved.
\VS{2}I
sleep,
and
my
heart watcheth;
the
voice
of
my
beloved
knocking:
Open
to
me,
my
sister,
my
love,
my
dove,
my undefiled:
for
my
head
is
full
of
dew,
and
my
locks
of
the drops
of
the
nights.
\VS{3}I have
put
off
my
garment,
how shall I
put it
on? I have
washed
my
feet,
how shall I defile
them?
\VS{4}My
beloved
put
his
hand
through
the key
hole,
and
my
bowels
were
moved
at
his touch.
\VS{5}I
arose
up
to
open
to
my
beloved:
my
hands
dropped
with
myrrh,
and
my
fingers
were full
of
the choicest
myrrh.
\VS{6}I
opened
the bolt
of
my door
to
my
beloved:
but
he
had
turned aside,
and
was
gone.
My
soul melted
when
he
spoke:
I
sought
him,
and
found
him
not:
I
called,
and
he
did
not
answer
me.
\VS{7}The
keepers that
go
about
the
city
found
me:
they
struck
me:
and
wounded
me:
the
keepers
of
the
walls
took
away
my veil
from
me.
\VS{8}I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
if
you
find
my
beloved,
that
you
tell
him
that
I languish
with
love.
\VS{9}What
manner
of
one
is thy
beloved
of
the
beloved,
O thou most
beautiful
among
women?
what
manner
of
one
is thy
beloved
of
the
beloved,
that thou hast
so adjured us?
\VS{10}My
beloved
is white
and
ruddy, chosen out
of
thousands.
\VS{11}His
head
is as
the
finest
gold: his
locks as branches
of palm trees,
black as
a
raven.
\VS{12}His
eyes
as
doves
upon
brooks
of
waters,
which
are
washed
with
milk,
and
sit
beside
the plentiful
streams.
\VS{13}His
cheeks
are as
beds
of aromatical
spices set
by
the perfumers. His
lips
are as
lilies dropping choice
myrrh.
\VS{14}His
hands
are
turned
and
as
of
gold,
full
of hyacinths.
His belly
as
of
ivory,
set
with
sapphires.
\VS{15}His
legs
as
pillars
of marble, that
are
set
upon
bases
of
gold.
His
form
as
of Libanus, excellent
as
the
cedars.
\VS{16}His throat most
sweet,
and
he
is
all lovely:
such
is
my
beloved,
and
he
is
my
friend,
O ye
daughters
of
Jerusalem.
\VS{17}Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou most beautiful among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside, and we will seek him with thee?

\par }\Chap{6}{\PP \VerseOne{1}My
beloved
is
gone
down
into
his garden,
to
the bed
of aromatical spices,
to feed
in
the gardens,
and
to gather lilies.
\VS{2}I
to
my
beloved,
and
my
beloved
to
me, who feedeth among
the
lilies.
\VS{3}Thou art beautiful,
O
my
love, sweet
and comely
as Jerusalem: terrible
as an army set in array.
\VS{4}Turn away thy eyes
from
me,
for
they
have made
me flee away. Thy hair
is
as
a flock
of goats,
that appear
from Galaad.
\VS{5}Thy teeth
as
a
flock
of sheep,
which
come
up
from
the washing,
all
with twins,
and
there
is
none barren
among
them.
\VS{6}Thy cheeks
are
as
the bark
of
a pomegranate, beside what
is hidden within thee.
\VS{7}There are threescore queens,
and fourscore concubines,
and young maidens without number.
\VS{8}One
is my dove, my perfect
one
is
but
one, she
is
the only
one
of her mother,
the chosen
of her
that bore her.
The daughters saw her,
and declared her most blessed:
the
queens
and
concubines,
and
they praised her.
\VS{9}Who
is
she
that cometh
forth
as
the morning rising, fair
as
the moon,
bright
as
the sun, terrible
as
an army set
in array?
\VS{10}I went
down
into
the garden
of nuts,
to see
the fruits
of
the valleys,
and
to
look
if
the vineyard had flourished,
and
the pomegranates budded.
\VS{11}I knew not:
my soul troubled
me
for
the chariots
of Aminadab.
\VS{12}Return, return,
O Sulamitess: return, return
that
we
may
behold thee.

\par }\Chap{7}{\PP \VerseOne{1}What shalt thou
see
in
the Sulamitess
but
the
companies
of
camps?
How beautiful
are thy steps
in shoes,
O prince’s daughter!
The joints
of thy thighs
are
like jewels,
that
are
made
by
the hand
of
a skillful workman.
\VS{2}Thy navel
is
like
a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly
is
like
a heap
of wheat, set about
with lilies.
\VS{3}Thy two breasts are
like two young roes that are twins.
\VS{4}Thy neck as a tower
of ivory. Thy eyes like
the fishpools
in Hesebon, which
are
in
the gate
of
the daughter
of
the multitude. Thy nose is as
the tower
of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.
\VS{5}Thy
head
is
like Carmel:
and
the hairs
of thy
head
as
the purple
of
the
king bound
in
the channels.
\VS{6}How beautiful art thou,
and how comely,
my dearest,
in delights!
\VS{7}Thy stature
is like
to
a palm tree,
and thy breasts
to clusters
of grapes.
\VS{8}I said:
I will go up into
the
palm
tree, and will take hold
of
the fruit thereof: and thy
breasts shall be as
the
clusters
of
the vine: and
the odour
of thy mouth
like apples.
\VS{9}Thy throat
like
the best wine, worthy
for
my beloved
to drink,
and
for
his lips
and
his teeth
to ruminate.
\VS{10}I
to
my
beloved,
and
his
turning
is towards
me.
\VS{11}Come,
my
beloved, let
us go forth
into
the field, let
us abide
in
the villages.
\VS{12}Let
us
get up early
to
the vineyards, let
us see if
the vineyard flourish, if
the flowers be ready
to
bring
forth fruits, if
the pomegranates flourish: there
will I give thee
my breasts.
\VS{13}The mandrakes
give
a smell.
In
our gates
are all fruits:
the new
and
the old,
my
beloved,
I
have
kept
for thee.

\par }\Chap{8}{\PP \VerseOne{1}Who
shall
give thee
to
me
for
my
brother, sucking
the
breasts
of
my
mother,
that
I
may
find thee
without,
and kiss thee,
and
now
no man
may
despise
me?
\VS{2}I
will
take
hold
of thee,
and
bring thee
Into
my
mother’s
house: there thou shalt
teach
me,
and
I
will
give thee
a cup
of
spiced
wine
and new
wine
of
my
pomegranates.
\VS{3}His
left
hand
under
my
head,
and
his
right
hand
shall
embrace
me.
\VS{4}I
adjure
you,
O
daughters
of
Jerusalem,
that
you
stir
not
up, nor
awake
my
love
till
she please.
\VS{5}Who
is
this
that cometh
up
from
the
desert, flowing
with delights,
leaning
upon
her
beloved?
Under
the
apple
tree
I
raised thee
up:
there thy
mother
was corrupted,
there
she
was defloured
that
bore thee.
\VS{6}Put
me
as
a
seal
upon thy
heart,
as
a
seal
upon thy
arm,
for
love
is
strong
as
death,
jealousy
as
hard
as hell,
the lamps thereof
are
fire
and flames.
\VS{7}Many
waters
cannot
quench charity,
neither
can
the
floods drown
it:
if
a
man
should
give
all
the
substance
of
his
house
for
love,
he
shall
despise
it
as
nothing.
\VS{8}Our
sister
is
little,
and hath
no
breasts.
What
shall
we
do
to
our
sister
in
the
day
when
she
is
to
be
spoken
to?
\VS{9}If
she
be
a
wall: let
us
build
upon
it bulwarks
of
silver:
if
she
be
a
door, let
us join
it
together
with boards
or
cedar.
\VS{10}I
am
a
wall:
and
my
breasts
are
as
a
tower
since
I
am
become
in
his
presence
as
one
finding
peace.
\VS{11}The peaceable
had
a
vineyard,
in
that which hath
people:
he
let
out
the
same
to
keepers,
every
man bringeth
for
the
fruit thereof
a
thousand pieces
of
silver.
\VS{12}My
vineyard
is
before
me.
A
thousand
are
for thee,
the peaceable,
and
two
hundred
for
them
that
keep
the
fruit thereof.
\VS{13}Thou
that dwellest
in
the
gardens,
the friends hearken:
make
me
hear thy
voice.
\VS{14}Flee
away,
O
my
beloved,
and be
like
to
the roe,
and
to
the
young hart
upon
the
mountains
of aromatical
spices.
\par }