22. Song of Solomon
Old Testament - Song of Solomon
"1 THE song of songs, which is Solomonís, the son of David king of Israel."
"2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine. 3 Because of the fragrance of your good ointments your name is like ointment of myrrh, therefore do the virgins love you. 4 Draw me after you, let us run; the king has brought me into his chambers; we will be glad and rejoice in you, we will remember your love more than wine, and your affections more than the upright. 5 I have dark skin, but I am comely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. 6 Do not look at me because I have dark skin, because the sun has tanned me; my motherís sons contended with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but my own vineyard I have not kept."
"7 Tell me, O you whom my soul loves, where did I feed, where did I make my flock to rest at noon? Lest I become like a sheep which has gone astray from your flocks. 8 If you do not know, O you most beautiful among women, come, follow in the footprints of the flock, and feed your kids beside the shepherdsí tents. 9 I have compared you, O my beloved, to a mare in Pharaohís chariot. 10 Your cheeks are comely with braided hair, and your neck with necklaces. 11 We will make for you golden chains with studs of silver."
"12 While you are seated with the king upon his cushion, spikenard sends forth its fragrance. 13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me; he shall lie all night between my breasts. 14 My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in a vineyard of Engad. 15 Behold, you are beautiful, O my beloved; behold, you are fair; you have doveís eyes. 16 Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yea, pleasant; also our bed is spacious. 17 The beams of our house are of cedar, and our rafters of cypress."
2:1 I AM like the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley. 2 Like the lilies among thorns, so is my beloved among the daughters."
"3 Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. 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 assigned as my portion love. 5 Sustain me with delicacies, surround me with apples; for I am sick for love. 6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, or by young roes of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love until it please."
"8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. 9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young roe; behold, he stands behind our wall, he looks through the windows, bending himself over the lattice. 10 My beloved spoke and said to me, Rise up, my love, my beautiful 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 pruning has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land; 13 The fig tree puts forth its green figs, and the vines with tender shoots give fragrance. Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come away."
"14 O my dove, who nests in the clefts of the rock and in the secret places of the hedge, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice; for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely. 15 Let us catch the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vines have tender shoots. 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feeds among the lilies. 17 Until the day cools and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the fragrant mountains."
3:1 UPON my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him but found him not. 2 I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I 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; I asked them, Have you seen him whom my soul loves? 4 Scarcely had I passed by 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 motherís house and into the chamber of her that bore me. 5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the young roes of the field, that you stir not up nor awake my love till it please."
"6 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, compounded from all kinds of powdered sweet spices?"
"7 Behold, the litter of Solomon is surrounded by sixty mighty men of the valiant of Israel. 8 They all hold swords, being expert in war; every man has his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night. 9 King Solomon made himself a palace of wood of Lebanon. 10 He made its pillars of silver, the floor thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the inside thereof being paved with a love gift from the daughters of Jerusalem. 11 Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his wedding and in the day of the joy of his heart."
4:1 BEHOLD, you are beautiful, my beloved; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are dovesí eyes behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats, which come up from mount Gilead. 2 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn, which come up from the washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them. 3 Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your speech is comely like the first flowers of the pomegranate. 4 Your neck beneath your veil is like the tower of David, built for an armory, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all quivers of valiant men. 5 Your two breasts are like two young roes, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. 6 Until the day is cool and the evening shadows decline, I will go to the mountains of myrrh and to the hills of frankincense. 7 You are all beautiful, my love; there is not even a spot in you."
"8 Come with me from Lebanon, O my sister, my bride! come with me from Lebanon; you shall pass over the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lionsí dens, from the mountains of leopards. 9 You have encouraged me, O my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with a look of one of your eyes, with one necklace of your neck. 10 How beautiful are your breasts, O my sister, my bride! how much better are your breasts than wine! and the fragrance of your ointments than all spices! 11 Your lips drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the fragrance of your garments is like the perfume of Lebanon. 12 A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride; yea, a garden guarded, a fountain sealed. 13 Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; henna-flower with spikenard. 14 Spikenard and saffron; sweet cane and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;"
"15 They are a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing from Lebanon. 16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O you south wind; blow upon my garden that the perfume may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden and eat his pleasant fruit."
5:1 I AM come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spices, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O my friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O my beloved."
"2 I slept, but my heart was awake; it is the voice of my beloved who is knocking, saying, Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my harmless dove; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the opening of the door, and my heart was moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped myrrh, yea, and my fingers dropped myrrh upon the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone; my soul failed when he spoke; then I sought him but I could not find him; I called him but he did not answer me. 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. 8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you should find my beloved, tell him that I am sick for love."
"9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you beautiful among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so adjure us? 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. 11 His head is like the finest gold, his locks straight and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like the eyes of doves by brooks of water, washed with milk and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are like beds of spices, like sweet flowers; his lips like lilies, dropping myrrh and spikenard. 14 His hands are like golden girdles studded with precious stones; his belly is like a work of ivory overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are like pillars of marble set upon bases of gold; his chest is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is like sweet honeycombs; his garments are lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem."
6:1 WHERE has your beloved gone, O you most beautiful among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you? 2 My beloved has gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies. 3 I am my belovedís, and my beloved is mine; he feeds among the lilies."
"4 You are beautiful and desirable, O my beloved, comely as Jerusalem, and esteemed as one chosen among beauties. 5 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me; your hair is like a flock of goats which come up from the mount of Gilead. 6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from washing; every one of them bears twins, and none is bereft among them. 7 Your cheeks, behind your veil, are like two pieces of pomegranate. 8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines and virgins without number. 9 My perfect dove 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 praised her; yea, the queens and the concubines also praised her. 10 Who is she that looks forth like the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and revered as a princess?"
"11 I went down into the garden of walnut trees to see the fruit of the valley and to see whether the vine had blossomed and whether the pomegranates had budded. 12 And being unfamiliar with the place, I sat in the public chariot which was ready. 13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon you. What will you see in the Shulamite, who comes down joyfully, like the rejoicing of a host?"
7:1 HOW beautiful are your feet in sandals, O princeís daughter! The form of your thighs is like cut precious stones, the work of the hands of a skilled workman. 2 Your navel is like a round goblet in which mingled wine is never lacking; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. 3 Your two breasts are like two young roes, twins of gazelles, that feed among lilies. 4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory; your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of a princess; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. 5 Your head upon you is like Carmel, and the braiding of your hair is like royal purple bound with rows of stitching. 6 How beautiful you are, and how desirable, O beloved one, delightful daughter! 7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are clusters of grapes. 8 I said, I will climb the palm tree, I will take hold of its boughs; and your breasts shall be like clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your face like apples; 9 And your palate is like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down in the mouth of my beloved and makes me move my lips and my teeth."
"10 I am my belovedís, and his desire is toward me. 11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the village. 12 Let us get up early to the vineyard; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the tender shoots appear, and the pomegranates are in bloom; there will I give you my breasts. 13 The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have kept for you, O my beloved."
8:1 WHO shall give you to me for my brother that sucked the breasts of my mother? When I should find you in the street, I would kiss you; yea, I should not be despised. 2 I would lead you and bring you into my motherís house, into the chamber of her that bore me; I would give you a drink of my delicious wine, and of the sweet juice of my pomegranates. 3 His left arm is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. 4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you stir not up nor awake love until he please."
"5 Who is this that comes up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I awakened you under the apple tree; there your mother brought you forth; there she that bore you was in travail. 6 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death; desire is cruel as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire and flame. 7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers carry it away; and yet, if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, people would mock him."
"8 We have a little sister whose breasts have not developed; what shall we do for our sister in the day when they shall seek her hand? 9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her an upper chamber of silver; and if she be a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar. 10 I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then I was in his eyes as one who has found favor. 11 Solomon had a vineyard, and its fruits were abundant; he let out the vineyard to keepers; a man offered for its fruits a thousand pieces of silver. 12 My vineyard which is mine is before me; a thousand pieces of silver are yours, O Solomon, and two hundred for the keepers of the fruit."
"13 Those who sit in the gardens and listen to your voice, have reported your words to me. 14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young hart upon the mountains of spices."
22. Song of Solomon