t | # The Song of Solomon | t | |
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| ## Chapter 1 | | |
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| 1 The song of songs, which is Solomon's. | | |
| 2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine | | |
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| 3 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured for | | |
| th, therefore do the virgins love thee. | | |
| 4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: w | | |
| e will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: th | | |
| e upright love thee. | | |
| 5 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as | | |
| the curtains of Solomon. | | |
| 6 Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my | | |
| mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; | | |
| but mine own vineyard have I not kept. | | |
| 7 Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy | | |
| flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flo | | |
| cks of thy companions? | | |
| 8 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footstep | | |
| s of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. | | |
| 9 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots. | | |
| 10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. | | |
| 11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. | | |
| 12 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell the | | |
| reof. | | |
| 13 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt m | | |
| y breasts. | | |
| 14 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. | | |
| 15 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes. | | |
| 16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green. | | |
| 17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. | | |
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| ## Chapter 2 | | |
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| 1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. | | |
| 2 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. | | |
| 3 As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons | | |
| . I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my | | |
| taste. | | |
| 4 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. | | |
| 5 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. | | |
| 6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. | | |
| 7 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of th | | |
| e field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. | | |
| 8 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skippi | | |
| ng upon the hills. | | |
| 9 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, | | |
| he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. | | |
| 10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come a | | |
| way. | | |
| 11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; | | |
| 12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, an | | |
| d the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; | | |
| 13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grap | | |
| e give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. | | |
| 14 O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the st | | |
| airs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, | | |
| and thy countenance is comely. | | |
| 15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have | | |
| tender grapes. | | |
| 16 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. | | |
| 17 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou | | |
| like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. | | |
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| ## Chapter 3 | | |
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| 1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found | | |
| him not. | | |
| 2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I | | |
| will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. | | |
| 3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom | | |
| my soul loveth? | | |
| 4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul love | | |
| th: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother | | |
| 's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. | | |
| 5 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of th | | |
| e field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please. | | |
| 6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed | | |
| with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant? | | |
| 7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of th | | |
| e valiant of Israel. | | |
| 8 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his t | | |
| high because of fear in the night. | | |
| 9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. | | |
| 10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the coveri | | |
| ng of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters o | | |
| f Jerusalem. | | |
| 11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wher | | |
| ewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the | | |
| gladness of his heart. | | |
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| ## Chapter 4 | | |
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| 1 Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes w | | |
| ithin thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. | | |
| 2 Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from th | | |
| e washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them. | | |
| 3 Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples a | | |
| re like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. | | |
| 4 Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang | | |
| a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. | | |
| 5 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the l | | |
| ilies. | | |
| 6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain | | |
| of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. | | |
| 7 Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee. | | |
| 8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top | | |
| of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the moun | | |
| tains of the leopards. | | |
| 9 Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart | | |
| with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. | | |
| 10 How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than | | |
| wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! | | |
| 11 Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy to | | |
| ngue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon. | | |
| 12 A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain seale | | |
| d. | | |
| 13 Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, wi | | |
| th spikenard, | | |
| 14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; | | |
| myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices: | | |
| 15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. | | |
| 16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spic | | |
| es thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleas | | |
| ant fruits. | | |
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| ## Chapter 5 | | |
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| 1 I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with | | |
| my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my | | |
| milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. | | |
| 2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, say | | |
| ing, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is fille | | |
| d with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. | | |
| 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how sha | | |
| ll I defile them? | | |
| 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved f | | |
| or him. | | |
| 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my finge | | |
| rs with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. | | |
| 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my | | |
| soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him | | |
| , but he gave me no answer. | | |
| 7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me | | |
| ; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. | | |
| 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell hi | | |
| m, that I am sick of love. | | |
| 9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? wh | | |
| at is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us? | | |
| 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. | | |
| 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. | | |
| 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, | | |
| and fitly set. | | |
| 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dr | | |
| opping sweet smelling myrrh. | | |
| 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory | | |
| overlaid with sapphires. | | |
| 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his counten | | |
| ance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. | | |
| 16 His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, a | | |
| nd this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. | | |
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| ## Chapter 6 | | |
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| 1 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy belov | | |
| ed turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. | | |
| 2 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the | | |
| gardens, and to gather lilies. | | |
| 3 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. | | |
| 4 Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an | | |
| army with banners. | | |
| 5 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a floc | | |
| k of goats that appear from Gilead. | | |
| 6 Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every | | |
| one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. | | |
| 7 As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. | | |
| 8 There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without num | | |
| ber. | | |
| 9 My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is th | | |
| e choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, | | |
| the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. | | |
| 10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the | | |
| sun, and terrible as an army with banners? | | |
| 11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to s | | |
| ee whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. | | |
| 12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib. | | |
| 13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. Wha | | |
| t will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. | | |
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| ## Chapter 7 | | |
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| 1 How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy | | |
| thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. | | |
| 2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like | | |
| an heap of wheat set about with lilies. | | |
| 3 Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. | | |
| 4 Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by | | |
| the gate of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh towar | | |
| d Damascus. | | |
| 5 Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; t | | |
| he king is held in the galleries. | | |
| 6 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! | | |
| 7 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes | | |
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| 8 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: | | |
| now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nos | | |
| e like apples; | | |
| 9 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down s | | |
| weetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. | | |
| 10 I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. | | |
| 11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the village | | |
| s. | | |
| 12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whethe | | |
| r the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give the | | |
| e my loves. | | |
| 13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruit | | |
| s, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. | | |
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| ## Chapter 8 | | |
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| 1 O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I | | |
| should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. | | |
| 2 I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct m | | |
| e: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. | | |
| 3 His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. | | |
| 4 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love | | |
| , until he please. | | |
| 5 Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I r | | |
| aised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there s | | |
| he brought thee forth that bare thee. | | |
| 6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is stron | | |
| g as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, | | |
| which hath a most vehement flame. | | |
| 7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man woul | | |
| d give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. | | |
| 8 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sis | | |
| ter in the day when she shall be spoken for? | | |
| 9 If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a d | | |
| oor, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. | | |
| 10 I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that f | | |
| ound favour. | | |
| 11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baal-hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; e | | |
| very one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. | | |
| 12 My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousa | | |
| nd, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. | | |
| 13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause | | |
| me to hear it. | | |
| 14 Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the | | |
| mountains of spices. | | |
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