1The most beautiful of songs, by Solomon.
2Your lips cover me with kisses;
your love is better than wine.
3There is a fragrance about you;
the sound of your name recalls it.
No woman could help loving you.
4Take me with you, and we'll run away;
be my king and take me to your room.
We will be happy together,
drink deep, and lose ourselves in love.
No wonder all women love you!
5Women of Jerusalem, I am dark but beautiful,
dark as the desert tents of Kedar,
but beautiful as the curtains in Solomon's palace.
6Don't look down on me because of my colour,
because the sun has tanned me.
My brothers were angry with me
and made me work in the vineyard.
I had no time to care for myself.
7Tell me, my love,
Where will you lead your flock to graze?
Where will they rest from the noonday sun?
Why should I need to look for you
among the flocks of the other shepherds?
8Don't you know the place, loveliest of women?
Go and follow the flock;
find pasture for your goats
near the tents of the shepherds.
9You, my love, excite men
as a mare excites the stallions of Pharaoh's chariots.
10Your hair is beautiful upon your cheeks
and falls along your neck like jewels.
11But we will make for you a chain of gold
with ornaments of silver.
12My king was lying on his couch,
and my perfume filled the air with fragrance.
13My lover has the scent of myrrh
as he lies upon my breasts.
14My lover is like the wild flowers
that bloom in the vineyards at Engedi.
15How beautiful you are, my love;
how your eyes shine with love!
16How handsome you are, my dearest;
how you delight me!
The green grass will be our bed;
17the cedars will be the beams of our house,
and the cypress trees the ceiling.
1I am only a wild flower in Sharon,
a lily in a mountain valley.
2Like a lily among thorns
is my darling among women.
3Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest,
so is my dearest compared with other men.
I love to sit in its shadow,
and its fruit is sweet to my taste.
4He brought me to his banqueting hall
and raised the banner of love over me.
5Restore my strength with raisins
and refresh me with apples!
I am weak from passion.
6His left hand is under my head,
and his right hand caresses me.
7Promise me, women of Jerusalem;
swear by the swift deer and the gazelles
that you will not interrupt our love.
8I hear my lover's voice.
He comes running over the mountains,
racing across the hills to me.
9My lover is like a gazelle,
like a young stag.
There he stands beside the wall.
He looks in through the window
and glances through the lattice.
10My lover speaks to me.
Come then, my love;
my darling, come with me.
11The winter is over; the rains have stopped;
12in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.
This is the time for singing;
the song of doves is heard in the fields.
13Figs are beginning to ripen;
the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.
14You are like a dove that hides
in the crevice of a rock.
Let me see your lovely face
and hear your enchanting voice.
15Catch the foxes, the little foxes,
before they ruin our vineyard in bloom.
16My lover is mine, and I am his.
He feeds his flock among the lilies
17until the morning breezes blow
and the darkness disappears.
Return, my darling, like a gazelle,
like a stag on the mountains of Bether.
1Asleep on my bed, night after night
I dreamt of the one I love;
I was looking for him, but couldn't find him.
2I went wandering through the city,
through its streets and alleys.
I looked for the one I love.
I looked, but couldn't find him.
3The watchmen patrolling the city saw me.
I asked them, “Have you found my lover?”
4As soon as I left them, I found him.
I held him and wouldn't let him go
until I took him to my mother's house,
to the room where I was born.
5Promise me, women of Jerusalem;
6What is this coming from the desert like a column of smoke,
fragrant with incense and myrrh,
the incense sold by the traders?
7Solomon is coming, carried on his throne;
sixty soldiers form the bodyguard,
the finest soldiers in Israel.
8All of them are skilful with the sword;
they are battle-hardened veterans.
Each of them is armed with a sword,
on guard against a night attack.
9King Solomon is carried on a throne
made of the finest wood.
10Its posts are covered with silver;
over it is cloth embroidered with gold.
Its cushions are covered with purple cloth,
lovingly woven by the women of Jerusalem.
11Women of Zion, come and see King Solomon.
He is wearing the crown that his mother placed on his head
on his wedding day,
on the day of his gladness and joy.
1How beautiful you are, my love!
How your eyes shine with love behind your veil.
Your hair dances, like a flock of goats
bounding down the hills of Gilead.
2Your teeth are as white as sheep
that have just been shorn and washed.
Not one of them is missing;
they are all perfectly matched.
3Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
how lovely they are when you speak.
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.
4Your neck is like the tower of David,
round and smooth,
with a necklace like a thousand shields hung round it.
5Your breasts are like gazelles,
twin deer feeding among lilies.
6I will stay on the hill of myrrh,
the hill of incense,
until the morning breezes blow
7How beautiful you are, my love;
how perfect you are!
8Come with me from the Lebanon Mountains, my bride;
come with me from Lebanon.
Come down from the top of Mount Amana,
from Mount Senir and Mount Hermon,
where the lions and leopards live.
9The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride,
and the necklace you are wearing
have stolen my heart.
10Your love delights me,
my sweetheart and bride.
Your love is better than wine;
your perfume more fragrant than any spice.
11The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling;
your tongue is milk and honey for me.
Your clothing has all the fragrance of Lebanon.
12My sweetheart, my bride, is a secret garden,
a walled garden, a private spring;
13there the plants flourish.
They grow like an orchard of pomegranate trees
and bear the finest fruits.
There is no lack of henna and nard,
14of saffron, calamus, and cinnamon,
or incense of every kind.
Myrrh and aloes grow there
with all the most fragrant perfumes.
15Fountains water the garden,
streams of flowing water,
brooks gushing down from the Lebanon Mountains.
16Wake up, North Wind.
South Wind, blow on my garden;
fill the air with fragrance.
Let my lover come to his garden
and eat the best of its fruits.