Song of Solomon
Song of Solomon 1 Par ▾ 

The Bride Confesses Her Love
(Ephesians 5:22-33; 1 Peter 3:1-7)

1Solomon’s Song of Songs.a

The Bride

2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!

For your love is more delightful than wine.

3The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing;

your name is like perfume poured out.

No wonder the maidens adore you.

4Take me away with you—let us hurry!

May the king bring me to his chambers.

The Friends

We will rejoice and delight in you;

we will praise your love above wine.

It is only right that they adore you.

The Bride

5I am dark yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem,

like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

6Do not stare because I am dark,

for the sun has looked upon me.

My mother’s sons were angry with me;

they made me a keeper of the vineyards,

but my own vineyard I have neglected.

7Tell me, O one I love,

where do you pasture your sheep?

Where do you rest them at midday?

Why should I be like a veiled woman

beside the flocks of your companions?

The Friends

8If you do not know, O fairest of women,

follow the tracks of the flock,

and graze your young goats

near the tents of the shepherds.

The Groom

9I compare you, my darling,

to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.

10Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,

your neck with strings of jewels.

The Friends

11We will make you ornaments of gold,

studded with beads of silver.

The Bride

12While the king was at his table,

my perfume spread its fragrance.

13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh

resting between my breasts.

14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms

in the vineyards of En-gedi.

The Groom

15How beautiful you are, my darling!

Oh, how very beautiful!

Your eyes are like doves.

The Bride

16How handsome you are, my beloved!

Oh, how delightful!

The soft grass is our bed.

The Groom

17The beams of our house are cedars;

our rafters are fragrant firs.

Footnotes:

1 a Most translators include speaker identifications such as The Bride, The Groom, and The Friends based on the gender and number of the Hebrew words

Song of Solomon 2
Song of Solomon 2 Par ▾ 

The Bride’s Admiration

The Bride

1I am a rose of Sharon,

a lily of the valley.

The Groom

2Like a lily among the thorns

is my darling among the maidens.

The Bride

3Like an apricot tree among the trees of the forest

is my beloved among the young men.

I delight to sit in his shade,

and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

4He has brought me to the banquet hall,a

and his banner over me is love.

5Sustain me with raisins;

refresh me with apples,

for I am faint with love.

6His left hand is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

7O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you

by the gazelles and does of the field:

Do not arouse or awaken love

until the time is right.

8Listen! My beloved approaches.

Look! Here he comes,

leaping across the mountains,

bounding over the hills.

9My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.

Look, he stands behind our wall,

gazing through the windows,

peering through the lattice.

10My beloved calls to me,

“Arise, my darling.

Come away with me,

my beautiful one.

11For now the winter is past;

the rain is over and gone.

12The flowers have appeared in the countryside;

the season of singingb has come,

and the cooing of turtledoves

is heard in our land.

13The fig tree ripens its figs;

the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.

Arise, come away, my darling;

come with me, my beautiful one.”

The Groom

14O my dove in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your countenance is lovely.

The Friends

15Catch for us the foxes—

the little foxes that ruin the vineyards—

for our vineyards are in bloom.

The Bride

16My beloved is mine and I am his;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

17Before the day breaks and shadows flee,

turn to me, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.c

Footnotes:

4 a Hebrew the house of wine
12 b Or pruning
17 c Or the rugged hills

Song of Solomon 3
Song of Solomon 3 Par ▾ 

The Bride's Dream

1On my bed at night

I sought the one I love;

I sought him

but did not find him.

2I will arise now and go about the city,

through the streets and squares.

I will seek the one I love.

So I sought him but did not find him.

3I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city:

“Have you seen the one I love?”

4I had just passed them when I found the one I love.

I held him and would not let go

until I had brought him to my mother’s house,

to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

5O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you

by the gazelles and does of the field:

Do not arouse or awaken love

until the time is right.

Solomon Arrives on His Wedding Day

6Who is this coming up from the wilderness

like a column of smoke,

scented with myrrh and frankincense

from all the spices of the merchant?

7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage,a

escorted by sixty warriors from the valiant of Israel.

8All are skilled with the sword,

experienced in warfare.

Each has his sword at his side

prepared for the terror of night.

9King Solomon has made his carriage

out of the timber of Lebanon.

10He has made its posts of silver,

its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric.

Its interior is inlaid with love

by the daughters of Jerusalem.

11Come out, O daughters of Zion,

and gaze at King Solomon,

wearing the crown his mother bestowed

on the day of his wedding—

the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

Footnotes:

7 a That is, the couch on which servants carry a king

Song of Solomon 4
Song of Solomon 4 Par ▾ 

Solomon Admires His Bride

The Groom

1How beautiful you are, my darling!

How very beautiful!

Your eyes are like doves

behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down Mount Gilead.

2Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep

coming up from the washing;

each has its twin,

and not one is lost.

3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon,

and your mouth is lovely.

Your brow is like a slice of pomegranate

behind your veil.

4Your neck is like the tower of David,

built with rows of stones;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all round shields of the warriors.

5Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

6Before the day breaks and shadows flee,

I will make my way

to the mountain of myrrh

and to the hill of frankincense.

7You are altogether beautiful, my darling;

in you there is no flaw.

8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,

come with me from Lebanon!

Descenda the peak of Amana,

from the summits of Senir and Hermon,

from the dens of the lions,

from the mountains of the leopards.

9You have captured my heart,

my sister, my bride;

you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes,

with one jewel of your neck.

10How delightful is your love,

my sister, my bride.

Your love is much better than wine,

and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

11Your lips, my bride,

drip sweetness like the honeycomb;

honey and milk are under your tongue,

and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

12My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up,

a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

13Your branches are an orchard of pomegranates

with the choicest of fruits, with henna and nard,

14with nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon,

with every kind of incense tree,

with myrrh and aloes,

with all the finest spices.

15You are a garden spring,

a well of flowing water

streaming down from Lebanon.

The Bride

16Awaken, O north wind,

and come, O south wind.

Breathe on my garden,

and spread the fragrance of its spices.

Let my beloved come into his garden

and taste its choicest fruits.

Footnotes:

8 a Or Look down

Song of Solomon 5
Song of Solomon 5 Par ▾ 

The Bride and Her Beloved

The Groom

1I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride;

I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.

I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;

I have drunk my wine with my milk.

The Friends

Eat, O friends, and drink;

drink freely, O beloved.

The Bride

2I sleep, but my heart is awake.

A sound! My beloved is knocking:

“Open to me, my sister, my darling,

my dove, my perfect one.”

My head is drenched with dew,

my hair with the dampness of the night.

3I have taken off my robe—

must I put it back on?

I have washed my feet—

must I soil them again?

4My beloved put his hand to the latch;

my heart pounded for him.

5I rose up to open for my beloved.

My hands dripped with myrrh,

my fingers with flowing myrrh

on the handles of the bolt.

6I opened for my beloved,

but he had turned and gone.

My heart sank at his departure.

I sought him, but did not find him.

I called, but he did not answer.

7I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city.

They beat me and bruised me;

they took away my cloak,

those guardians of the walls.

8O daughters of Jerusalem,

I adjure you,

if you find my beloved,

tell him I am sick with love.

The Friends

9How is your beloved better than others,

O most beautiful among women?

How is your beloved better than another,

that you charge us so?

The Bride

10My beloved is dazzling and ruddy,

outstanding among ten thousand.

11His head is purest gold;

his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

12His eyes are like doves

beside the streams of water,

bathed in milk

and mounted like jewels.

13His cheeks are like beds of spice,

towers of perfume.

His lips are like lilies,

dripping with flowing myrrh.

14His arms are rods of gold

set with chrysolite.

His body is an ivory panel

bedecked with sapphires.

15His legs are pillars of marble

set on bases of pure gold.

His appearance is like Lebanon,

as majestic as the cedars.

16His moutha is most sweet;

he is altogether lovely.

This is my beloved, and this is my friend,

O daughters of Jerusalem.

Footnotes:

16 a Hebrew palate

Song of Solomon 6
Song of Solomon 6 Par ▾ 

Together in the Garden

The Friends

1Where has your beloved gone,

O most beautiful among women?

Which way has he turned?

We will seek him with you.

The Bride

2My beloved has gone down to his garden,

to the beds of spices,

to pasture his flock in the gardens,

and to gather lilies.

3I belong to my beloved and he belongs to me;

he pastures his flock among the lilies.

The Groom

4You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah,

lovely as Jerusalem,

majestic as an army with banners.

5Turn your eyes away from me,

for they have overcome me.

Your hair is like a flock of goats

streaming down from Gilead.

6Your teeth are like a flock of sheep

coming up from the washing;

each has its twin,

and not one is lost.

7Your brow behind your veil

is like a slice of pomegranate.

8There are sixty queens and eighty concubines,

and maidens without number,

9but my dove, my perfect one, is unique,

the favorite of the mother who bore her.

The maidens see her and call her blessed;

the queens and concubines sing her praises.

The Friends

10Who is this who shines like the dawn,

as fair as the moon,

as bright as the sun,

as majestic as the stars in procession?

The Groom

11I went down to the walnut grove

to see the blossoms of the valley,

to see if the vines were budding,

or the pomegranates in bloom.

12Before I realized it, my desire had set me

among the chariots of my noble people.a

The Friends

13Come back, come back, O Shulammite!

Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you.

The Groom

Why do you look at the Shulammite,

as on the dance of Mahanaim?

Footnotes:

12 a Or chariots of Ammi-Nadib

Song of Solomon 7
Song of Solomon 7 Par ▾ 

Admiration by the Bridegroom

1How beautiful are your sandaled feet,

O daughter of the prince!

The curves of your thighs are like jewels,

the handiwork of a master.

2Your navel is a rounded goblet;

it never lacks blended wine.

Your waist is a mound of wheat

encircled by the lilies.

3Your breasts are like two fawns,

twins of a gazelle.

4Your neck is like a tower

made of ivory;

your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon

by the gate of Bath-rabbim;

your nose is like the tower of Lebanon

facing toward Damascus.

5Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel,

the hair of your head like purple threads;

the king is captured in your tresses.

6How fair and how pleasant you are,

O love, with your delights!

7Your stature is like a palm tree;

your breasts are clusters of fruit.

8I said, “I will climb the palm tree;

I will take hold of its fruit.”

May your breasts be like clusters of the vine,

the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9and your moutha like the finest wine.

The Bride

May it flow smoothly to my beloved,

gliding gently over lips and teeth.b

10I belong to my beloved,

and his desire is for me.

11Come, my beloved,

let us go to the countryside;

let us spend the night in the villages.c

12Let us go early to the vineyards

to see if the vine has budded,

if the blossom has opened,

if the pomegranates are in bloom—

there I will give you my love.

13The mandrakes send forth a fragrance,

and at our door is every delicacy,

new as well as old,

that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

Footnotes:

9 a Hebrew palate
9 b LXX, Syriac, Vulgate; Hebrew gliding gently over lips as we sleep
11 c Or among the henna blossoms

Song of Solomon 8
Song of Solomon 8 Par ▾ 

Longing for Her Beloved

1O that you were to me like a brother

who nursed at my mother’s breasts!

If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you,

and no one would despise me.

2I would lead you and bring you

to the house of my mother who taught me.

I would give you spiced wine to drink,

the nectar of my pomegranates.

3His left hand is under my head,

and his right arm embraces me.

4O daughters of Jerusalem,

I adjure you:

Do not arouse or awaken love

until the time is right.

The Friends

5Who is this coming up from the wilderness,

leaning on her beloved?

The Bride

I roused you under the apple tree;

there your mother conceived you,

there she travailed and brought you forth.

6Set me as a seal over your heart,

as a seal upon your arm.

For love is as strong as death,

jealousya as unrelenting as Sheol.

Its sparks are fiery flames,

the fiercest blaze of all.

7Mighty waters cannot quench love;

rivers cannot sweep it away.

If a man were to give all the riches of his house for love,

it would be utterly scorned.

The Friends

8We have a little sister,

and her breasts are not yet grown.

What shall we do for our sister

on the day she is spoken for?

9If she is a wall,

we will build a tower of silver to protect her.

If she is a door,

we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

The Bride

10I am a wall

and my breasts are like towers.

So I have become in his eyes

like one who brings peace.

11Solomon had a vineyard in Baal-hamon.

He leased it to the tenants.

For its fruit, each was to bring

a thousand shekelsb of silver.

12But my own vineyard is mine to give;

the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon,

and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

The Groom

13You who dwell in the gardens,

my companions are listening for your voice.

Let me hear it!

The Bride

14Come away, my beloved,

and be like a gazelle

or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

Footnotes:

6 a Or ardor
11 b That is, about 25 pounds or 11.34 kilograms; also in verse 12


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