Song of Solomon
 The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is
better than wine.
 Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee.
 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
 I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of
 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
 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?
 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.
 I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's
 Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
 We will make
thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
 While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth
forth the smell thereof.
 A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my
 My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi.
thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved,
yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.
 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
 As the lily among thorns, so is my love among
 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.
 He brought me
to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
 Stay me with flagons, comfort me with
apples: for I am sick of love.
 His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
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.
 The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the
mountains, skipping upon the hills.
 My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind
our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
 My beloved spake, and
said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is
over and gone;
 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;
 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.
 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.
 Take us the foxes, the little foxes,
that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth
among the lilies.
 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.
 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
 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.
 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw
ye him whom my soul loveth?
 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.
 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.
 Who is this that cometh
out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of
 Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant
 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because
of fear in the night.
 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
 He made the