Song of Solomon 1-4

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Song of Solomon 1

The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;

For your love is better than wine.

3 Your oils have a good fragrance;

Your name is as oil poured forth;

Therefore do the virgins love you.

4 Draw me; we will run after you:

The king has brought me into his chambers;

We will be glad and rejoice in you;

We will make mention of your love more than of wine:

Rightly do they love you.

5 I am black, but comely,

O you daughters of Jerusalem,

As the tents of Kedar,

As the curtains of Solomon.

6 Look not upon me, because I am swarthy,

Because the sun has scorched me.

My mother’s sons were incensed against me;

They made me keeper of the vineyards;

But my own vineyard have I not kept.

7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,

Where you feed your flock, where you make it to rest at noon:

For why should I be as one that is veiled

Beside the flocks of your companions?

8 If you know not, O you fairest among women,

Go your way forth by the footsteps of the flock,

And feed your kids beside the shepherds’ tents.

9 I have compared you, O my love.

To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

10 Your cheeks are comely with plaits of hair.

Your neck with strings of jewels.

11 We will make the plaits of gold

With studs of silver.

12 While the king sat at his table,

My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.

13 My beloved is to me as a bundle of myrrh,

That lies between my breasts.

14 My beloved is to me as a cluster of henna flowers

In the vineyards of En-gedi.

15 Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair;

Your eyes are as doves.

16 Behold, you are fair, my beloved, yes, pleasant:

Also our couch is green.

17 The beams of our house are cedars,

And our rafters are firs.



Song of Solomon 2

I am a rose of Sharon,

A lily of the valleys.

2 As a lily among thorns,

So is my love among the daughters.

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 He brought me to the banqueting-house,

And his banner over me was love.

5 Stay me with raisins, refresh me with apples;

For I am sick from love.

6 His left hand is under my head,

And his right hand does embrace me.

7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,

That you stir not up, nor awake my love,

Until he please.

8 The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes,

Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart:

Behold, he stands behind our wall;

He looks in at the windows;

he glances through the lattice.

10 My beloved spoke, and said to me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

11 For, lo, the winter is past;

The rain is over and gone;

12 The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds has come,

And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;

13 The fig tree ripens her green figs,

And the vines are in blossom;

They give forth their fragrance.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

14 O my dove, that are in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place,

Let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice;

For sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.

15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that plunder the vineyards;

For our vineyards are in blossom.

16 My beloved is mine, and I am his:

He feeds his flock among the lilies.

17 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

Turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart

Upon the mountains of Bether.



Song of Solomon 3

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves:

I sought him, but I found him not.

2 I said, I will rise now, and go about the city;

In the streets and in the broad ways

will seek him whom my soul loves:

I sought him, but I found him not.

3 The watchmen that go about the city found me:

To whom I said, Did you see him whom my soul loves?

4 It was but a little that I passed from them.

When I found him whom my soul loves:

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 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,

That you stir not up, nor awake my love,

Unfit he please.

6 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,

Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

With all powders of the merchant?

7 Behold, it is the litter of Solomon;

Sixty mighty men are about it,

Of the mighty men of Israel.

8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war:

Every man has his sword upon his thigh,

Because of fear in the night.

9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin

Of the wood of Lebanon.

10 He made the pillars of it of silver.

The bottom of it of gold, the seat of it of purple,

The middle of it being paved with love,

From the daughters of Jerusalem.

11 Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon,

With the crown with which his mother has crowned him in the day of his espousals,

And in the day of the gladness of his heart.



Song of Solomon 4

Behold you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair;

Your eyes are as doves behind your veil.

Your hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of mount Gilead.

2 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that are newly shorn,

Which come up from the washing,

Of which every one has twins,

And none is barren among them.

3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet,

And your mouth is comely.

Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind your veil.

4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory,

On which there hang a thousand bucklers,

All the shields of the mighty men.

5 Your two breasts are like fawns

That are twins of a roe,

Which feed among the lilies.

6 Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away,

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh.

And to the hill of frankincense.

7 You are all fair, my love;

And there is no spot in you.

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 You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride;

You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,

With one chain of your neck.

10 How fair is your love, my sister, my bride!

How much better is your love than wine!

And the fragrance of your oils than all manner of spices!

11 Your lips, O my bride, drop as the honeycomb:

Honey and milk are under your tongue;

And the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

12 A garden shut up is my sister, my bride;

A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.

13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates,with precious fruits;

Henna with spikenard plants,

14 Spikenard and saffron,

Calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense;

Myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices.

15 You are a fountain of gardens,

A well of living waters,

And flowing streams from Lebanon.

16 Awake, O north wind; and come, you South;

Blow upon my garden, that the spices of it may flow out.

Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.



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