1Verse 1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.Verse 2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine. Verse 3Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee. Verse 4Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.Verse 5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon. Verse 6Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother’s sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept. Verse 7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, Where thou feedest thy flock, Where thou makest it to rest at noon: For why should I be as one that is veiled Beside the flocks of thy companions?Verse 8If 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.Verse 9I have compared thee, O my love, To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots. Verse 10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, Thy neck with strings of jewels. Verse 11We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.Verse 12While the king sat at his table, My spikenard sent forth its fragrance. Verse 13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, That lieth betwixt my breasts. Verse 14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna flowers In the vineyards of En-gedi.Verse 15Behold, thou art fair, my love; Behold thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves.Verse 16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: Also our couch is green. Verse 17The beams of our house are cedars, And our rafters are firs.
Song of Solomon 1 — ASVBT
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For thy love is better than wine.
Verse 3Thine oils have a goodly fragrance;
Thy name is as oil poured forth;
Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Verse 4Draw me; we will run after thee:
The king hath brought me into his chambers;
We will be glad and rejoice in thee;
We will make mention of thy love more than of wine:
Rightly do they love thee.Verse 5I am black, but comely,
O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
As the tents of Kedar,
As the curtains of Solomon.
Verse 6Look not upon me, because I am swarthy,
Because the sun hath scorched me.
My mother’s sons were incensed against me;
They made me keeper of the vineyards;
But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
Verse 7Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth,
Where thou feedest thy flock,
Where thou makest it to rest at noon:
For why should I be as one that is veiled
Beside the flocks of thy companions?Verse 8If 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.Verse 9I have compared thee, O my love,
To a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
Verse 10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair,
Thy neck with strings of jewels.
Verse 11We will make thee plaits of gold
With studs of silver.Verse 12While the king sat at his table,
My spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
Verse 13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh,
That lieth betwixt my breasts.
Verse 14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna flowers
In the vineyards of En-gedi.Verse 15Behold, thou art fair, my love;
Behold thou art fair;
Thine eyes are as doves.Verse 16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant:
Also our couch is green.
Verse 17The beams of our house are cedars,
And our rafters are firs.