Song of Solomon 1

The Young Shulammite Bride and Jerusalem’s Daughters

1The
Or Best of the Songs
Song of b  Songs, which is Solomon’s.
2
BRIDE
May he kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your d  love is better than wine.
3“Your e  oils have a pleasing fragrance,
Your f  name is like
Lit oil which is emptied (from one vessel to another)
purified oil;
Therefore the
Or virgins
,
i  maidens love you.
4Draw me after you and let us run together!
The j  king has brought me into his chambers.”

CHORUS
We will rejoice in you and be glad;
We will
Lit mention with praise
extol your m  love more than wine.
Rightly do they love you.”

5
BRIDE
I am black but o  lovely,
O p  daughters of Jerusalem,
Like the q  tents of r  Kedar,
Like the curtains of Solomon.
6Do not stare at me because I am
Or black
swarthy,
For the sun has burned me.
My t  mother’s sons were angry with me;
They made me u  caretaker of the vineyards,
But I have not taken care of my own vineyard.
7Tell me, O you v  whom my soul loves,
Where do you w  pasture your flock,
Where do you make it x  lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who
Some versions read wanders
veils herself
Beside the flocks of your z  companions?”

Solomon, the Lover, Speaks

8
BRIDEGROOM
If you yourself do not know,
ab  Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.

9
Lit I have compared you to
“To me, ad  my darling, you are like
My ae  mare among the chariots of Pharaoh.
10“Your af  cheeks are lovely with ornaments,
Your neck with strings of ag  beads.”

11
CHORUS
We will make for you ornaments of gold
With beads of silver.”

12
BRIDE
While the king was at his
Or couch
table,
My
Lit nard
,
al  perfume gave forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a pouch of am  myrrh
Which lies all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of an  henna blossoms
In the vineyards of ao  Engedi.”

15
BRIDEGROOM
,
Lit Behold
,
ar  How beautiful you are, my darling,
Lit Behold
How beautiful you are!
Your at  eyes are like doves.”

16
BRIDE
,
Lit Behold
How handsome you are, aw  my beloved,
And so pleasant!
Indeed, our couch is luxuriant!
17The beams of our houses are ax  cedars,
Our rafters
Or junipers
,
az  cypresses.

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