SOS 01:01 The song of songs, which [is] Solomon's.
SOS 01:02 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for
thy love [is] better than wine.
SOS 01:03 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name
[is as] ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love
thee.
SOS 01:04 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath
brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in
thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love
thee.
SOS 01:05 I [am] black, but comely, O ye daughters of
Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
SOS 01:06 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.
SOS 01:07 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 flocks of thy
companions?
SOS 01:08 If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy
way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids
beside the shepherds' tents.
SOS 01:09 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of
horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
SOS 01:10 Thy cheeks are comely with rows [of jewels], thy
neck with chains [of gold].
SOS 01:11 We will make thee borders of gold with studs of
silver.
SOS 01:12 While the king [sitteth] at his table, my spikenard
sendeth forth the smell thereof.
SOS 01:13 A bundle of myrrh [is] my wellbeloved unto me; he
shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
SOS 01:14 My beloved [is] unto me [as] a cluster of camphire
in the vineyards of Engedi.
SOS 01:15 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]
fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes.
SOS 01:16 Behold, thou [art] fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
also our bed [is] green.
SOS 01:17 The beams of our house [are] cedar, [and] our
rafters of fir.
SOS 02:01 I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the
valleys.
SOS 02:02 As the lily among thorns, so [is] my love among the
daughters.
SOS 02:03 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.
SOS 02:04 He brought me to the banqueting house, and his
banner over me [was] love.
SOS 02:05 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I
[am] sick of love.
SOS 02:06 His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand
doth embrace me.
SOS 02:07 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the
roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor
awake [my] love, till he please.
SOS 02:08 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping
upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
SOS 02:09 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he
standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows,
showing himself through the lattice.
SOS 02:10 My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love,
my fair one, and come away.
SOS 02:11 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and]
gone;
SOS 02:12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the
singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard
in our land;
SOS 02:13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the
vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my
love, my fair one, and come away.
SOS 02:14 O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in
the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,
let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy
countenance [is] comely.
SOS 02:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the
vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.
SOS 02:16 My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth
among the lilies.
SOS 02:17 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.
SOS 03:01 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
SOS 03:02 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.
SOS 03:03 The watchmen that go about the city found me: [to
whom I said], Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
SOS 03:04 [It was] but a little that I passed from them, but I
found him whom my soul loveth: 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.
SOS 03:05 I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the
roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor
awake [my] love, till he please.
SOS 03:06 Who [is] this that cometh out of the wilderness like
pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all
powders of the merchant?
SOS 03:07 Behold his bed, which [is] Solomon's; threescore
valiant men [are] about it, of the valiant of Israel.
SOS 03:08 They all hold swords, [being] expert in war: every
man [hath] his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
SOS 03:09 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of
Lebanon.
SOS 03:10 He made the pillars thereof [of] silver, the bottom
thereof [of] gold, the covering of it [of] purple, the midst
thereof being paved [with] love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
SOS 03:11 Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king
Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the
day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his
heart.
SOS 04:01 Behold, thou [art] fair, my love; behold, thou [art]
fair; thou [hast] doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair [is] as
a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
SOS 04:02 Thy teeth [are] like a flock [of sheep that are
even] shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one
bear twins, and none [is] barren among them.
SOS 04:03 Thy lips [are] like a thread of scarlet, and thy
speech [is] comely: thy temples [are] like a piece of a
pomegranate within thy locks.
SOS 04:04 Thy neck [is] like the tower of David builded for an
armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of
mighty men.
SOS 04:05 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes that are
twins, which feed among the lilies.
SOS 04:06 Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I
will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of
frankincense.
SOS 04:07 Thou [art] all fair, my love; [there is] no spot in
thee.
SOS 04:08 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 mountains of the leopards.
SOS 04:09 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.
SOS 04:10 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!
SOS 04:11 Thy lips, O [my] spouse, drop [as] the honeycomb:
honey and milk [are] under thy tongue; and the smell of thy
garments [is] like the smell of Lebanon.
SOS 04:12 A garden enclosed [is] my sister, [my] spouse; a
spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
SOS 04:13 Thy plants [are] an orchard of pomegranates, with
pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
SOS 04:14 Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with
all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief
spices:
SOS 04:15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and
streams from Lebanon.
SOS 04:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon
my garden, [that] the spices thereof may flow out. Let my
beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
SOS 05:01 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.
SOS 05:02 I sleep, but my heart waketh: [it is] the voice of
my beloved that knocketh, [saying], Open to me, my sister, my
love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew,
[and] my locks with the drops of the night.
SOS 05:03 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
SOS 05:04 My beloved put in his hand by the hole [of the door],
and my bowels were moved for him.
SOS 05:05 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands
dropped [with] myrrh, and my fingers [with] sweet smelling myrrh,
upon the handles of the lock.
SOS 05:06 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.
SOS 05:07 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.
SOS 05:08 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find
my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick of love.
SOS 05:09 What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O
thou fairest among women? what [is] thy beloved more than
[another] beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
SOS 05:10 My beloved [is] white and ruddy, the chiefest among
ten thousand.
SOS 05:11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are]
bushy, [and] black as a raven.
SOS 05:12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers
of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
SOS 05:13 His cheeks [are] as a bed of spices, [as] sweet
flowers: his lips [like] lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
SOS 05:14 His hands [are as] gold rings set with the beryl:
his belly [is as] bright ivory overlaid [with] sapphires.
SOS 05:15 His legs [are as] pillars of marble, set upon
sockets of fine gold: his countenance [is] as Lebanon, excellent
as the cedars.
SOS 05:16 His mouth [is] most sweet: yea, he [is] altogether
lovely. This [is] my beloved, and this [is] my friend, O
daughters of Jerusalem.
SOS 06:01 Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among
women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him
with thee.
SOS 06:02 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds
of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
SOS 06:03 I [am] my beloved's, and my beloved [is] mine: he
feedeth among the lilies.
SOS 06:04 Thou [art] beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely
as Jerusalem, terrible as [an army] with banners.
SOS 06:05 Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome
me: thy hair [is] as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
SOS 06:06 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.
SOS 06:07 As a piece of a pomegranate [are] thy temples within
thy locks.
SOS 06:08 There are threescore queens, and fourscore
concubines, and virgins without number.
SOS 06:09 My dove, my undefiled is [but] one; she [is] the
[only] one of her mother, she [is] the choice [one] of her that
bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; [yea], the
queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
SOS 06:10 Who [is] she [that] looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun, [and] terrible as [an army]
with banners?
SOS 06:11 I went down into the garden of nuts to see the
fruits of the valley, [and] to see whether the vine flourished,
[and] the pomegranates budded.
SOS 06:12 Or ever I was aware, my soul made me [like] the
chariots of Amminadib.
SOS 06:13 Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we
may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it
were the company of two armies.
SOS 07:01 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.
SOS 07:02 Thy navel [is like] a round goblet, [which] wanteth
not liquor: thy belly [is like] an heap of wheat set about with
lilies.
SOS 07:03 Thy two breasts [are] like two young roes [that are]
twins.
SOS 07:04 Thy neck [is] as a tower of ivory; thine eyes [like]
the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose
[is] as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
SOS 07:05 Thine head upon thee [is] like Carmel, and the hair
of thine head like purple; the king [is] held in the galleries.
SOS 07:06 How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for
delights!
SOS 07:07 This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy
breasts to clusters [of grapes].
SOS 07:08 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 nose like apples;
SOS 07:09 And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my
beloved, that goeth [down] sweetly, causing the lips of those
that are asleep to speak.
SOS 07:10 I [am] my beloved's, and his desire [is] toward me.
SOS 07:11 Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field;
let us lodge in the villages.
SOS 07:12 Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if
the vine flourish, [whether] the tender grape appear, [and] the
pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
SOS 07:13 The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates [are]
all manner of pleasant [fruits], new and old, [which] I have
laid up for thee, O my beloved.
SOS 08:01 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.
SOS 08:02 I would lead thee, [and] bring thee into my mother's
house, [who] would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of
spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
SOS 08:03 His left hand [should be] under my head, and his
right hand should embrace me.
SOS 08:04 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir
not up, nor awake [my] love, until he please.
SOS 08:05 Who [is] this that cometh up from the wilderness,
leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree:
there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee
forth [that] bare thee.
SOS 08:06 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon
thine arm: for love [is] strong as death; jealousy [is] cruel as
the grave: the coals thereof [are] coals of fire, [which hath a]
most vehement flame.
SOS 08:07 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the
floods drown it: if [a] man would give all the substance of his
house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
SOS 08:08 We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:
what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be
spoken for?
SOS 08:09 If she [be] a wall, we will build upon her a palace
of silver: and if she [be] a door, we will enclose her with
boards of cedar.
SOS 08:10 I [am] a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was
I in his eyes as one that found favour.
SOS 08:11 Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon; he let out the
vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to
bring a thousand [pieces] of silver.
SOS 08:12 My vineyard, which [is] mine, [is] before me: thou,
O Solomon, [must have] a thousand, and those that keep the fruit
thereof two hundred.
SOS 08:13 Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear [it].
SOS 08:14 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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