| S. S. 1:1 |
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's. |
| S. S. 1:2 |
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! / For your love is better than wine. |
| S. S. 1:3 |
Your anointing oils have a pleasant fragrance; / Your name is like ointment poured forth; / Therefore the virgins love you. |
| S. S. 1:4 |
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 extol your love more than wine. / Rightly do they love you. |
| S. S. 1:5 |
I am black but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, / Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. |
| S. S. 1:6 |
Do not look at me, because I am black, / Because the sun has scorched me. / My mother's sons were angry with me; / They made me keeper of the vineyards, / [But] my own vineyard I have not kept. |
| S. S. 1:7 |
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, Where do you pasture [your flock?] / Where do you make [it] lie down at noon? / For why should I be like one who is veiled / Beside the flocks of your companions? |
| S. S. 1:8 |
If you yourself do not know, / You fairest among women, / Go forth on the footsteps of the flock, / And pasture your young goats / By the shepherds' tents. |
| S. S. 1:9 |
I compare you, my love, / To a mare among Pharaoh's chariots. |
| S. S. 1:10 |
Your cheeks are lovely with plaits of ornaments, / Your neck with strings of jewels. |
| S. S. 1:11 |
We will make you plaits of gold / With studs of silver. |
| S. S. 1:12 |
While the king was at his table, / My spikenard gave forth its fragrance. |
| S. S. 1:13 |
My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh / [That] lies at night between my breasts. |
| S. S. 1:14 |
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna flowers / In the vineyards of En-gedi. |
| S. S. 1:15 |
Oh, you are beautiful, my love! / Oh, you are beautiful! Your eyes are [like] doves. |
| S. S. 1:16 |
Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant! Indeed, our couch is green. |
| S. S. 1:17 |
The beams of our house are cedars; / Our rafters are cypresses. |