Song of Songs 1 — The Holy Bible

The Bride

The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,

For your love is better than wine,

And the smell of your ointments is better than all spices.

Your name is ointment poured forth;

Therefore, the young maidens love you.

They draw you.

We will run after you

For the smell of your ointments.

The king brought me into his chamber.

Let us be extremely joyful and glad in you.

We will love your breasts more than wine;

Uprightness loves you.

The Bride

I am black and beautiful,

O daughters of Jerusalem,

As the tents of Kedar,

As the curtains of Solomon.

Do not look at me because I am black,

For the sun gave me a tan.

The sons of my mother fought with me

And made me keeper in the vineyards.

But I have not kept my own vineyard.

Tell me, you whom my soul loves,

Where you shepherd your flock,

Where you rest them at noonday;

Lest I become as one

Who encompasses herself

With the herds of your companions.

The Groom

If you do not know yourself,

Fairest among women,

Go forth on the heels of the flocks,

And tend your young goats by the shepherds’ tents.

I have likened you, my beloved,

To my horses in the chariots of Pharaoh.

Your cheeks are as beautiful as turtledoves,

Your neck as a small necklace.

Companions

We will make for you figures of gold

With studs of silver.

The Bride

While the king was at the table,

My spikenard gave forth its smell.

My beloved is to me a bundle of myrrh;

He shall take rest in between my breasts.

To me, my beloved is a cluster of grapes from Cyprus

In the vineyards of En Gedi.

The Groom

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved;

Behold, you are beautiful;

Your eyes are doves.

The Bride

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved,

And indeed lovely;

Our bed is shaded.

The beams of our houses are cedars;

Our ceilings are cypress wood.