2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine.
3Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is fragrant oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.
4Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms.
We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.
5I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like Solomon’s curtains.
6Do not stare at me because I am darkish, because the sun has looked upon me. My mother’s sons burned in anger about me. They made me a keeper of the vineyards. But my vineyard—the one that was mine—I have not kept.
7Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze your flock, where you rest them at noon; lest I become as one who covers herself beside the flocks of your companions?
8If you do not know, O most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats near the shepherds’ tents.
9I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Your cheeks are beautiful with looped earrings, and your neck with strings of beads.
11We will make ornaments of gold for you studded with silver.
12While the king was reclining upon his dining-couch, my nard spread its fragrance.
13My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh that lies all night between my breasts.
14My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.
3As the apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my lover among the young men. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to the house of wine, and his banner toward me is love.
5Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint from love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.
7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love until it so desires.
8Listen! My lover! Behold, he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding across the hills.
9My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in through the windows. He peers through the lattice.
10My lover spoke and said to me,
“Rise up, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.
11For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.
12The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13The fig tree has put forth her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give forth their fragrance. Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away.”
14My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places of the mountainside, let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely.
15Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in bloom.
1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
2I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me. “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
4I had scarcely passed from them when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.
5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up nor awaken love until it so desires.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
7Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword and are expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its middle being paved with love from the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.
1Behold, you are beautiful, my darling. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats that descend from Mount Gilead.
2Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.
3Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
4Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory on which 1,000 shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.
5Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.
6Until the day is cool and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.
7You are all beautiful, my darling. There is no spot in you.
8Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, with me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions’ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9You have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride. You have captivated my heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much better is your love than wine! The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
11Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12A locked up garden is my sister, my bride; a locked up spring, a sealed fountain.
13Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,
14nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of tree of frankincense, myrrh and aloes with all the best spices,
15a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, flowing streams from Lebanon.
Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
3I have taken off my cloak. Indeed, must I put it on? I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
4My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening. And my bowels were aroused for him.
5I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh on the handles of the lock.
6I opened to my beloved, but my beloved left and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.
7The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
8I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love.
10My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among 10,000.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is wavy; black as a raven.
12His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
13His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
14His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
15His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
16His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem.
2My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens and to gather lilies.
3I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He grazes among the lilies.
4You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners.
5Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats that lie along the side of Gilead.
6Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing, of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them.
7Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
8There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number.
9My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
10Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun and awesome as an army with banners?
11I went down into the nut tree grove to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded and the pomegranates were in flower.
12Without realizing it, my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite as at the dance of Mahanaim?
1How beautiful are your feet in sandals, noble’s daughter! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
2Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is lacking. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
3Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe.
4Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus.
5Your head on you is like Carmel. The hair of your head like purple. The king is held captive in its tresses.
6How beautiful and how pleasant you are, love, for delights!
7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.
8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, O beloved.
9Your mouth like the best wine that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
10I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.
11Come, my beloved, let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.
12Let’s go early up to the vineyards. Let’s see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.
13The mandrakes give forth fragrance. At our gates are all kinds of precious fruit, new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.
1Oh that you were like a brother to me who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you, yes, and no one would despise me.
2I would lead you, bringing you into my mother’s house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.
3His left hand would be under my head. His right hand would embrace me.
4I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, that you not stir up nor awaken love until it so desires.
Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.
6Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for love is strong as death. Passion is as fierce as Sheol. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a very flame of Yahweh.
7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned.
8We have a little sister. She has no breasts. What will we do for our sister in the day when she is to be spoken for?
9If she is a wall, we will build on her a turret of silver. If she is a door, we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers, then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal Hamon. He leased out the vineyard to keepers. Each was to bring 1,000 shekels of silver for its fruit.
12My own vineyard is before me. The 1,000 are for you, Solomon, 200 for those who tend its fruit.