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The Holy
Bible
Song of
Solomon
Chapter 1
1 The song of songs,
which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the
kisses of his mouth: for thy love
is better than wine.
3 Because of the savour of
thy good ointments thy name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore
do the virgins love thee.
4 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 thee.
5 I am black, but comely,
O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as
the tents of Kedar, as the
curtains of Solomon.
6 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 not kept.
7 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?
8 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.
9 I have compared thee, O
my love, to a company of horses
in Pharaoh's chariots.
10 Thy cheeks are comely
with rows of jewels, thy neck
with chains of gold.
11 We will make thee
borders of gold with studs of
silver.
12 While the king sitteth
at his table, my spikenard
sendeth forth the smell
thereof.
13 A bundle of myrrh is my
wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie
all night betwixt my breasts.
14 My beloved is unto me
as a cluster of camphire in the
vineyards of En-gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair,
my love; behold, thou art fair;
thou hast doves' eyes.
16 Behold, thou art fair,
my beloved, yea, pleasant: also
our bed is green.
17 The beams of our house
are cedar, and our rafters of
fir.
Chapter 2
1 I am the rose of
Sharon, and the lily of the
valleys.
2 As the lily among
thorns, so is my love among the
daughters.
3 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.
4 He brought me to the
banqueting house, and his banner
over me was love.
5 Stay me with flagons,
comfort me with apples: for I am
sick of love.
6 His left hand is under
my head, and his right hand doth
embrace me.
7 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.
8 The voice of my beloved!
behold, he cometh leaping upon
the mountains, skipping upon the
hills.
9 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.
10 My beloved spake, and
said unto me, Rise up, my love,
my fair one, and come away.
11 For, lo, the winter is
past, the rain is over and
gone;
12 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;
13 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.
14 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.
15 Take us the foxes, the
little foxes, that spoil the
vines: for our vines have tender
grapes.
16 My beloved is mine, and
I am his: he feedeth among the
lilies.
17 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.
Chapter 3
1 By night on my bed I
sought him whom my soul loveth: I
sought him, but I found him
not.
2 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.
3 The watchmen that go
about the city found me: to whom
I said, Saw ye him whom my soul
loveth?
4 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.
5 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.
6 Who is this that cometh
out of the wilderness like
pillars of smoke, perfumed with
myrrh and frankincense, with all
powders of the merchant?
7 Behold his bed, which is
Solomon's; threescore valiant men
are about it, of the valiant of
Israel.
8 They all hold swords,
being expert in war: every man
hath his sword upon his thigh
because of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made
himself a chariot of the wood of
Lebanon.
10 He made the pillars
thereof of silver, the bottom
thereof of gold, the covering of
it of purple, the midst thereof
being paved with love, for the
daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O ye
daughters of Zion, and behold
king Solomon with the crown
wherewith his mother crowned him
in the day of his espousals, and
in the day of the gladness of his
heart.
Chapter 4
1 Behold, thou art
fair, my love; behold, thou art
fair; thou hast doves' eyes
within thy locks: thy hair is as
a flock of goats, that appear
from mount Gilead.
2 Thy teeth are like a
flock of sheep that are even
shorn, which came up from the
washing; whereof every one bear
twins, and none is barren among
them.
3 Thy lips are like a
thread of scarlet, and thy speech
is comely: thy temples are like a
piece of a pomegranate within thy
locks.
4 Thy neck is like the
tower of David builded for an
armoury, whereon there hang a
thousand bucklers, all shields of
mighty men.
5 Thy two breasts are like
two young roes that are twins,
which feed among the lilies.
6 Until the day break, and
the shadows flee away, I will get
me to the mountain of myrrh, and
to the hill of frankincense.
7 Thou art all fair, my
love; there is no spot in
thee.
8 Come with me from
Lebanon, my spouse, with me from
Lebanon: look from the top of
Amana, from the top of Shenir and
Hermon, from the lions' dens,
from the mountains of the
leopards.
9 Thou hast ravished my
heart, my sister, my spouse; thou
hast ravished my heart with one
of thine eyes, with one chain of
thy neck.
10 How fair is thy love,
my sister, my spouse! how much
better is thy love than wine! and
the smell of thine ointments than
all spices!
11 Thy lips, O my spouse,
drop as the honeycomb: honey and
milk are under thy tongue; and
the smell of thy garments is like
the smell of Lebanon.
12 A garden inclosed is my
sister, my spouse; a spring shut
up, a fountain sealed.
13 Thy plants are an
orchard of pomegranates, with
pleasant fruits; camphire, with
spikenard,
14 Spikenard and saffron;
calamus and cinnamon, with all
trees of frankincense; myrrh and
aloes, with all the chief
spices:
15 A fountain of gardens,
a well of living waters, and
streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind;
and come, thou south; blow upon
my garden, that the spices
thereof may flow out. Let my
beloved come into his garden, and
eat his pleasant fruits.
Chapter 5
1 I am come into my
garden, my sister, my spouse: I
have gathered my myrrh with my
spice; I have eaten my honeycomb
with my honey; I have drunk my
wine with my milk: eat, O
friends; drink, yea, drink
abundantly, O beloved.
2 I sleep, but my heart
waketh: it is the voice of my
beloved that knocketh, saying,
Open to me, my sister, my love,
my dove, my undefiled: for my
head is filled with dew, and my
locks with the drops of the
night.
3 I have put off my coat;
how shall I put it on? I have
washed my feet; how shall I
defile them?
4 My beloved put in his
hand by the hole of the door, and
my bowels were moved for him.
5 I rose up to open to my
beloved; and my hands dropped
with myrrh, and my fingers with
sweet smelling myrrh, upon the
handles of the lock.
6 I opened to my beloved;
but my beloved had withdrawn
himself, and was gone: my soul
failed when he spake: I sought
him, but I could not find him; I
called him, but he gave me no
answer.
7 The watchmen that went
about the city found me, they
smote me, they wounded me; the
keepers of the walls took away my
veil from me.
8 I charge you, O
daughters of Jerusalem, if ye
find my beloved, that ye tell
him, that I am sick of love.
9 What is thy beloved more
than another beloved, O thou
fairest among women? what is thy
beloved more than another
beloved, that thou dost so charge
us?
10 My beloved is white and
ruddy, the chiefest among ten
thousand.
11 His head is as the most
fine gold, his locks are bushy,
and black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as the
eyes of doves by the rivers of
waters, washed with milk, and
fitly set.
13 His cheeks are as a bed
of spices, as sweet flowers: his
lips like lilies, dropping sweet
smelling myrrh.
14 His hands are as gold
rings set with the beryl: his
belly is as bright ivory overlaid
with sapphires.
15 His legs are as pillars
of marble, set upon sockets of
fine gold: his countenance is as
Lebanon, excellent as the
cedars.
16 His mouth is most
sweet: yea, he is altogether
lovely. This is my beloved, and
this is my friend, O daughters of
Jerusalem.
Chapter 6
1 Whither is thy
beloved gone, O thou fairest
among women? whither is thy
beloved turned aside? that we may
seek him with thee.
2 My beloved is gone down
into his garden, to the beds of
spices, to feed in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.
3 I am my beloved's, and
my beloved is mine: he feedeth
among the lilies.
4 Thou art beautiful, O my
love, as Tirzah, comely as
Jerusalem, terrible as an army
with banners.
5 Turn away thine eyes
from me, for they have overcome
me: thy hair is as a flock of
goats that appear from
Gilead.
6 Thy teeth are as a flock
of sheep which go up from the
washing, whereof every one
beareth twins, and there is not
one barren among them.
7 As a piece of a
pomegranate are thy temples
within thy locks.
8 There are threescore
queens, and fourscore concubines,
and virgins without number.
9 My dove, my undefiled is
but one; she is the only one of
her mother, she is the choice one
of her that bare her. The
daughters saw her, and blessed
her; yea, the queens and the
concubines, and they praised
her.
10 Who is she that looketh
forth as the morning, fair as the
moon, clear as the sun, and
terrible as an army with
banners?
11 I went down into the
garden of nuts to see the fruits
of the valley, and to see whether
the vine flourished, and the
pomegranates budded.
12 Or ever I was aware, my
soul made me like the chariots of
Amminadib.
13 Return, return, O
Shulamite; return, return, that
we may look upon thee. What will
ye see in the Shulamite? As it
were the company of two
armies.
Chapter 7
1 How beautiful are thy
feet with shoes, O prince's
daughter! the joints of thy
thighs are like jewels, the work
of the hands of a cunning
workman.
2 Thy navel is like a
round goblet, which wanteth not
liquor: thy belly is like an heap
of wheat set about with
lilies.
3 Thy two breasts are like
two young roes that are
twins.
4 Thy neck is as a tower
of ivory; thine eyes like the
fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate
of Bath-rabbim: thy nose is as
the tower of Lebanon which
looketh toward Damascus.
5 Thine head upon thee is
like Carmel, and the hair of
thine head like purple; the king
is held in the galleries.
6 How fair and how
pleasant art thou, O love, for
delights!
7 This thy stature is like
to a palm tree, and thy breasts
to clusters of grapes.
8 I said, I will go up to
the palm tree, I will take hold
of the boughs thereof: now also
thy breasts shall be as clusters
of the vine, and the smell of thy
nose like apples;
9 And the roof of thy
mouth like the best wine for my
beloved, that goeth down sweetly,
causing the lips of those that
are asleep to speak.
10 I am my beloved's, and
his desire is toward me.
11 Come, my beloved, let
us go forth into the field; let
us lodge in the villages.
12 Let us get up early to
the vineyards; let us see if the
vine flourish, whether the tender
grape appear, and the
pomegranates bud forth: there
will I give thee my loves.
13 The mandrakes give a
smell, and at our gates are all
manner of pleasant fruits, new
and old, which I have laid up for
thee, O my beloved.
Chapter 8
1 O that thou wert as
my brother, that sucked the
breasts of my mother! when I
should find thee without, I would
kiss thee; yea, I should not be
despised.
2 I would lead thee, and
bring thee into my mother's
house, who would instruct me: I
would cause thee to drink of
spiced wine of the juice of my
pomegranate.
3 His left hand should be
under my head, and his right hand
should embrace me.
4 I charge you, O
daughters of Jerusalem, that ye
stir not up, nor awake my love,
until he please.
5 Who is this that cometh
up from the wilderness, leaning
upon her beloved? I raised thee
up under the apple tree: there
thy mother brought thee forth:
there she brought thee forth that
bare thee.
6 Set me as a seal upon
thine heart, as a seal upon thine
arm: for love is strong as death;
jealousy is cruel as the grave:
the coals thereof are coals of
fire, which hath a most vehement
flame.
7 Many waters cannot
quench love, neither can the
floods drown it: if a man would
give all the substance of his
house for love, it would utterly
be contemned.
8 We have a little sister,
and she hath no breasts: what
shall we do for our sister in the
day when she shall be spoken
for?
9 If she be a wall, we
will build upon her a palace of
silver: and if she be a door, we
will inclose her with boards of
cedar.
10 I am a wall, and my
breasts like towers: then was I
in his eyes as one that found
favour.
11 Solomon had a vineyard
at Baal-hamon; he let out the
vineyard unto keepers; every one
for the fruit thereof was to
bring a thousand pieces of
silver.
12 My vineyard, which is
mine, is before me: thou, O
Solomon, must have a thousand,
and those that keep the fruit
thereof two hundred.
13 Thou that dwellest in
the gardens, the companions
hearken to thy voice: cause me to
hear it.
14 Make haste, my beloved,
and be thou like to a roe or to a
young hart upon the mountains of
spices.
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