NAB

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.

W
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth,
for your love is better than wine,

better than the fragrance of your perfumes.
Your name is a flowing perfume―
therefore young women love you.

Draw me after you! Let us run!
The king has brought me to his bed chambers.
Let us exult and rejoice in you;
let us celebrate your love: it is beyond wine!
Rightly do they love you!

W
I am black and beautiful,
Daughters of Jerusalem―
Like the tents of Qedar,
like the curtains of Solomon.

Do not stare at me because I am so black,
because the sun has burned me.
The sons of my mother were angry with me;
they charged me with the care of the vineyards:
my own vineyard I did not take care of.

W
Tell me, you whom my soul loves,
where you shepherd, where you give rest at midday.
Why should I be like one wandering
after the flocks of your companions?

M
If you do not know,
most beautiful among women,
Follow the tracks of the flock
and pasture your lambs
near the shepherds’ tents.

M
To a mare among Pharaoh’s chariotry
I compare you, my friend:

Your cheeks lovely in pendants,
your neck in jewels.

We will make pendants of gold for you,
and ornaments of silver.

W
While the king was upon his couch,
my spikenard gave forth its fragrance.

My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh;
between my breasts he lies.

My lover is to me a cluster of henna
from the vineyards of En-gedi.

M
How beautiful you are, my friend,
how beautiful! your eyes are doves!

W
How beautiful you are, my lover―
handsome indeed!
Verdant indeed is our couch;

the beams of our house are cedars,
our rafters, cypresses.