Bible-Reading.comSong of Solomon 1
1The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s.
2Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
3Thine ointments have a goodly fragrance; thy name is as ointment poured forth; therefore do the virgins love thee.
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.
5I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
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.
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?
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.
9I have compared thee, O my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
10Thy cheeks are comely with plaits of hair, thy neck with strings of jewels
11We will make thee plaits of gold with studs of silver.
12While the king sat at his table, my spikenard sent forth its fragrance.
13My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh, that lieth betwixt my breasts.
14My beloved is unto me as a cluster of henna-flowers in the vineyards of En-gedi.
15Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are as doves.
16Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our couch is green.
17The beams of our house are cedars, and our rafters are firs.
Song of Solomon 2
1I AM a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.
2As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
3As 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.
4He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
5Stay ye me with raisins, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
6His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
7I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.
8The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh, leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
9My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in at the windows, he sheweth himself through the lattice.
10My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12The 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;
13The fig tree ripeneth her green figs, and the vines are in blossom, they give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
14O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the steep place, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice: for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
15Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in blossom.
16My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth his flock among the lilies.
17Until the day be cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.