Song of Solomon

1.1 The Song of Songs, which is of Solomon.

1.2 Let me drink of the kisses of his mouth. for thy lips are better than wine.

1.3 For the fragrance of your ointments is good, and your name is sweet. Therefore the virgins love you.

1.4 I will follow you, I will run after you; the king will bring me into his chambers; we will rejoice and be glad in you; we will remember your brothers, from the vine of upright men I love you.

1.5 I am black, and the daughters of Jerusalem are black, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

1.6 Do not look at me, for I am snoring, and the sun has sunk me. My mother's sons have snorted at me. I have not pruned the vineyards, I have not pruned my own vineyards.

1.7 Tell me, O love of my soul, how you will pasture, how you will strike at noon, Solomon, I will be like a shepherd over the flocks of your companions.

1.8 If you do not know the most beautiful among women, go out after the flock and pasture your goats in the dwellings of the wicked.

1.9 I have ridden in Pharaoh's chariots, like your wife.

1.10 I long to smile, I will adorn your neck with beads.

1.11 Golden lines will be made for you with the silver dots.

1.12 Until the king in his bed, Nardi, gave his scent

1.13 My dear, my bitter bundle is between my breasts.

1.14 I will tell you about my uncle's village in the vineyards of Ein Gedi.

1.15 You are beautiful, my wife. You have beautiful eyes, like doves.

1.16 You are beautiful, my dear, and pleasant, and our bed is fresh.

1.17 Our houses are made of cedars, our walls are made of fir trees.

2.1 I am the lily of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.

2.2 As a lily among the thorns, so is my shepherd among the daughters.

2.3 As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my uncle among the children. in his shade I desired him, and sat down; and his fruit was sweet to my taste.

2.4 Bring me to the house of wine and spread love over me.

2.5 Fill me with sweetness, cover me with apples, for I am lovesick.

2.6 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

2.7 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the armies, or by the hinds of the field, that you will awaken and stir up love until it desires.

2.8 The voice of my uncle, behold, it comes leaping over the mountains, skipping over the hills.

2.9 My uncle is like a gazelle or a young ram. Behold, he stands behind our wall, watching from the heights, peering through the gaps.

2.10 My uncle answered and said to me, "Get up, my beautiful wife, and go."

2.11 For behold, the autumn is past, the rain is gone, it is gone.

2.12 The nightingales were seen in the land when the nightingale came, and the voice of the choir was heard in our land.

2.13 The fig tree has given off a fragrant aroma, and the sycamore vines have given off a pleasant fragrance. Go, my beautiful wife, and go your way.

2.14 I am a dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret place of the stairs, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet and your face is beautiful.

2.15 Foxes caught us, little foxes, who destroyed vineyards and our vineyards, Smadar.

2.16 My uncle and I are the worst in roses.

2.17 Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, my uncle is like a gazelle or a young ram on the mountains of Bethar.

3.1 On my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth, and sought him not, but I found him not.

3.2 I will arise and go about the city in the streets and in the broad places; I will seek him whom my soul loves in his prayers, but I cannot find him.

3.3 The watchmen who go about the city have found me; you have seen the one whom my soul loves.

3.4 I almost passed by them, until 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 my parents.

3.5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the armies, or by the hinds of the field, that you will awaken and stir up love until it desires.

3.6 Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness, like the smoke of myrrh, and frankincense, from every perfumer's powder?

3.7 Behold, Solomon's bed, and threescore men about it, the mighty men of Israel.

3.8 All of them are armed with swords, trained in war, each with his sword on his thigh, for fear in the night.

3.9 King Solomon made for himself a pavilion of the wood of Lebanon.

3.10 He made its pillars of silver, its lining of gold, its chariot of scarlet, its interior full of love from the daughters of Jerusalem.

3.11 The daughters of Zion came out and saw King Solomon with the crown that his mother had given him on the day of his wedding and on the day of the gladness of his heart.

4.1 You are beautiful, my beloved. Your eyes are beautiful, like doves, with your braids, like a flock of goats that glide down from Mount Gilead.

4.2 You are like a flock of sheep that have come up from the bath, whose minds are perfect, but there is no sense in them.

4.3 Your lips are like a second thread, and your words are comely, like a piece of a jewel, your temples are like a braid of hair.

4.4 Your neck is like the tower of David, built for a thousand shields, on which hang all the banners of the mighty.

4.5 Your two breasts are like two ewes, twins of a gazelle, grazing among the lilies.

4.6 Until the day break, and the shadows flee, I will go unto the mountain of myrrh, and unto the hill of frankincense.

4.7 You are all beautiful, my wife, and there is no blemish in you.

4.8 Bring me from Lebanon, my bride, come from Lebanon, sing from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of leopards.

4.9 My dear sister, my bride, my dear one, with one of your eyes, with one of your magnificent forms.

4.10 How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, how much better are your breasts than wine, and how much better is the fragrance of your perfumes than all spices!

4.11 Your lips shall be filled with honey and milk, and the smell of your whole body shall be like the smell of Lebanon.

4.12 Garden locked, bride's sister, Gal locked, a sealed eye

4.13 You have sent to me an orchard of pomegranates with fruit, villages with pomegranates.

4.14 We will go down and bring cane and cinnamon, with all kinds of bitter frankincense trees, and tents with all the chief trees of the heavens.

4.15 A fountain of gardens, a well of living water, flowing from Lebanon.

4.16 Arise, O north, and come to Yemen. the groves of my garden shall be drenched in their heavens. my brother shall come into his garden, and eat the fruit of his branches.

5.1 I came to the gardens of my sister, my bride; I have brought forth my teachers with my name; I have eaten my forest with my dew; I have drunk my wine with my milk; the poor have eaten, the rich have drunk, and the rich have hired themselves out.

5.2 I sleep, but my heart is awake. The voice of my uncle knocks. Open to me, my sister, my wife, my dove. Wait until my head is filled with dew. My ends are the fragments of the night.

5.3 I took off my robe, I put on my robe, I washed my feet, I put on my robe.

5.4 My uncle put out his hand from the furnace, and his bowels were troubled.

5.5 I stood at the door of my uncle's house, and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my finger passed over the latch.

5.6 I opened to my uncle, and my uncle passed by; my soul went forth by his word; I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me.

5.7 The yeast that goes around the city, the yeast that makes me pimples, has lifted my scales from the yeast of my mother-in-law.

5.8 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my uncle, what will you say to him, I am lovesick?

5.9 What is your uncle from David, the most beautiful among women? What is your uncle from David, the most beautiful among women?

5.10 Uncle Tzach and Red Great Mervava

5.11 His head is a spot of gold, his locks are as white as a raven.

5.12 His eyes are like doves by the streams of water, bathing in milk, sitting on a bed of milk.

5.13 His cheeks are like a bed of perfume, his lips are roses, dripping with myrrh.

5.14 His hands are filled with golden scrolls, his bowels with tarshish, a toothpick that plucks sapphires.

5.15 Its legs are six pillars set on bases of gold, its appearance is as white as cedars in the forest.

5.16 Wait for sweets and all of them are sweet, this is my uncle and this is my friend, the daughters of Jerusalem.

6.1 Where has your uncle gone, the most beautiful among women? Where has your uncle turned, and we will seek him with you?

6.2 My uncle went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to graze in the gardens and gather lilies.

6.3 I am my uncle's and my uncle's is my evil in the roses.

6.4 My wife is beautiful as Theresa, fair as Jerusalem, fearsome as the stars.

6.5 Turn away thine eyes from me, because I am become like a flock of goats that have fled from Gilead.

6.6 You are like a flock of sheep that have come up from the bath, whose minds are sound, but there is no understanding in them.

6.7 As the jewel of thy temple is cut through thy braid,

6.8 There are threescore queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens without number.

6.9 One is a dove, one is a mother, one is a mother to her who bore her. Daughters saw her, and queens blessed her, and concubines praised her.

6.10 Who is this that shines forth like the dawn, beautiful as the white dawn, radiant as the heat, terrifying as the dawn?

6.11 I went down to the garden of walnuts to see the brook, to see the vine blossom, the pomegranates bud.

6.12 I did not know that my soul had given me the chariots of my people,

7.1 Return, return, Shulammite, return, return, and let us see you, what will you see in Shulammite, like the plague of the camps?

7.2 Why are your feet in sandals, O daughter of Nadiv? Your thighs are like dross, the work of a craftsman.

7.3 The moon is soft, let not the temper of your belly be lacking, a heap of wheat, set with lilies.

7.4 Your two breasts are like two ewes, like two ewes, like two ewes.

7.5 Your neck is like a tower of ivory, your eyes are soft, counting on the gate of the daughter of many, your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, looking toward Damascus.

7.6 Your head is like Carmel, and the crown of your head like scarlet, covered with jewels.

7.7 How delightful and how delightful is love in pleasures!

7.8 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like figs.

7.9 I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches; and your breasts shall be like the clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples.

7.10 And you, like good wine, go to my uncle, to the upright, and soothe my sleeping lips.

7.11 I am my uncle's, and his desire is upon me.

7.12 Come, my brother, let us go out into the field, let us spend the night in the villages.

7.13 Let us go early to the vineyards, and see if the vine has blossomed, the fig tree has opened, the pomegranates have blossomed. There I will give you my dove.

7.14 The mulberries gave off a scent, and at our doors all the new and old ones are announced, my mulberry, I have come to you.

8.1 Who will give you as a brother to me, a suckling at my mother's breasts? I will find you outside, I will feed you, and you will not be despised.

8.2 I will lead you, I will bring you into my mother's house; you shall teach me; I will give you to drink of the sweet wine of myrrh.

8.3 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.

8.4 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir up and awaken love, until it desire.

8.5 Who is this that came up from the wilderness, leaning on her aunt under the apple tree? I have stirred you up. There is your wound, your mother, there is the wound of your child.

8.6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm. for love is as strong as the grave. jealousy is as fierce as the grave. the fierceness thereof is as the flames of fire.

8.7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the rivers drown it. If a man would give all his house for love, he would be despised.

8.8 We have a little sister, and she has demons. What can we do for one of us on the day he speaks to her?

8.9 If she is a wall, we will build upon her a battlement of silver; and if she is a door, we will enclose her with a board of cedar.

8.10 I am strong, and my breasts are like towers; therefore I was in his eyes as one who finds peace.

8.11 Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Moan, and he let the vineyard out to tenants, every one bringing in the fruit for a thousand pieces of silver.

8.12 My vineyards are before the thousand, and Solomon and two hundred to watch over its fruit.

8.13 Sitting in the gardens, friends listen to your audible voice.

8.14 My uncle fled, and became like a gazelle or a young ram on the mountains of heaven.