Song of Songs, CHAPTER 1
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s.
THE WOMAN SPEAKS OF HER LOVER
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!
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.
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?
If you do not know,
most beautiful among women,
Follow the tracks of the flock
and pasture your lambs
near the shepherds’ tents.
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.
HOW NEAR IS LOVE!
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.
How beautiful you are, my friend,
how beautiful! your eyes are doves!
How beautiful you are, my lover―
Verdant indeed is our couch;
the beams of our house are cedars,
our rafters, cypresses.