Song of Solomon 1:1-8 ▼

1 Solomon’s Finest Song. W

2 Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

3 The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.

4 Take me with you—let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. Y We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. W It is only right that they adore you.

5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I am dark like the tents of Kedar, yet lovely like the curtains of Solomon.

6 Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has gazed on me. My mother’s sons were angry with me; they made me a keeper of the vineyards. I have not kept my own vineyard.

7 Tell me, you, the one I love: Where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you let them rest at noon? Why should I be like one who veils herself beside the flocks of your companions? M

8 If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.