Song of Solomon 1 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 The Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s. Solomon’s Song of Songs.
2 Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine, Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine; Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.
3 Smelling sweet of the best ointments. Thy name is as oil poured out: therefore young maidens have loved thee. your anointing oils are fragrant; your name is oil poured out; therefore virgins love you. Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the young women love you!
4 Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee. Draw me after you; let us run. The king has brought me into his chambers. Others We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine; rightly do they love you. Take me away with you—let us hurry! Let the king bring me into his chambers. Friends We rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. She How right they are to adore you!
5 I am black but beautiful, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Cedar, as the curtains of Solomon. I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon. Dark am I, yet lovely, daughters of Jerusalem, dark like the tents of Kedar, like the tent curtains of Solomon.
6 Do not consider me that I am brown, because the sun hath altered my colour: the sons of my mother have fought against me, they have made me the keeper in the vineyards: my vineyard I have not kept. Do not gaze at me because I am dark, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept! Do not stare at me because I am dark, because I am darkened by the sun. My mother’s sons were angry with me and made me take care of the vineyards; my own vineyard I had to neglect.
7 Shew me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou liest in the midday, lest I begin to wander after the flocks of thy companions. Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions? Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?
8 If thou know not thyself, O fairest among women, go forth, and follow after the steps of the flocks, and feed thy kids beside the tents of the shepherds. If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow in the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents. If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds.
9 To my company of horsemen, in Pharao's chariots, have I likened thee, O my love. I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots. I liken you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariot horses.
10 Thy cheeks are beautiful as the turtledove's, thy neck as jewels. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels. Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee chains of gold, inlaid with silver. We will make for you ornaments of gold, studded with silver. We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver.
12 While the king was at his repose, my spikenard sent forth the odour thereof. While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance. While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies between my breasts. My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.
14 A cluster of cypress my love is to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold thou art fair, O my love, behold thou art fair, thy eyes are as those of doves. Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves. How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
16 Behold thou art fair, my beloved, and comely. Our bed is flourishing. Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly delightful. Our couch is green; How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how charming! And our bed is verdant.
17 The beams of our houses are of cedar, our rafters of cypress trees. the beams of our house are cedar; our rafters are pine. The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
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