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Song of Solomon
1:1 The Song of songs, which
is Solomon’s.
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- Beloved
- 1:2 Let him kiss me with
the kisses of his mouth;
- for your love is better than wine.
- 1:3 Your oils have a
pleasing fragrance.
- Your name is oil poured forth,
- therefore the virgins love you.
- 1:4 Take me away with you.
- Let us hurry.
- The king has brought me into his rooms.
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- Friends
- We will be glad and rejoice in you.
- We will praise your love more than wine!
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- Beloved
- They are right to love you.
- 1:5 I am dark, but lovely,
- you daughters of Jerusalem,
- like Kedar’s tents,
- like Solomon’s curtains.
- 1:6 Don’t stare at me
because I am dark,
- because the sun has scorched me.
- My mother’s sons were angry with me.
- They made me keeper of the vineyards.
- I haven’t kept my own vineyard.
- 1:7 Tell me, you whom my
soul loves,
- where you graze your flock,
- where you rest them at noon;
- For why should I be as one who is veiled
- beside the flocks of your companions?
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- Lover
- 1:8 If you don’t know,
most beautiful among women,
- follow the tracks of the sheep.
- Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.
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- 1:9 I have compared you,
my love,
- to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.
- 1:10 Your cheeks are
beautiful with earrings,
- your neck with strings of jewels.
- 1:11 We will make you
earrings of gold,
- with studs of silver.
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- Beloved
- 1:12 While the king sat at
his table,
- my perfume spread its fragrance.
- 1:13 My beloved is to me a
sachet of myrrh,
- that lies between my breasts.
- 1:14 My beloved is to me a
cluster of henna blossoms
- from the vineyards of En Gedi.
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- Lover
- 1:15 Behold, you are
beautiful, my love.
- Behold, you are beautiful.
- Your eyes are doves.
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- Beloved
- 1:16 Behold, you are
beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant;
- and our couch is verdant.
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- Lover
- 1:17 The beams of our
house are cedars.
- Our rafters are firs.
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Beloved
- 2:1 I am a rose of Sharon,
- a lily of the valleys.
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- Lover
- 2:2 As a lily among thorns,
- so is my love among the daughters.
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- Beloved
- 2:3 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,
- his fruit was sweet to my taste.
- 2:4 He brought me to the
banquet hall.
- His banner over me is love.
- 2:5 Strengthen me with
raisins,
- refresh me with apples;
- For I am faint with love.
- 2:6 His left hand is under
my head.
- His right hand embraces me.
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- 2:7 I adjure you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
- by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
- that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
- until it so desires.
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- 2:8 The voice of my
beloved!
- Behold, he comes,
- leaping on the mountains,
- skipping on the hills.
- 2:9 My beloved is like a
roe or a young hart.
- Behold, he stands behind our wall!
- He looks in at the windows.
- He glances through the lattice.
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- 2:10 My beloved spoke, and
said to me,
- “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
- 2:11 For, behold, the
winter is past.
- The rain is over and gone.
- 2:12 The flowers appear on
the earth.
- The time of the singing has come,
- and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
- 2:13 The fig tree ripens
her green figs.
- The vines are in blossom.
- They give forth their fragrance.
- Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
- and come away.”
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- Lover
- 2:14 My dove in the clefts
of the rock,
- In the hiding places of the mountainside,
- Let me see your face.
- Let me hear your voice;
- for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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- 2:15 Catch for us the
foxes,
- the little foxes that spoil the vineyards;
- for our vineyards are in blossom.
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- Beloved
- 2:16 My beloved is mine,
and I am his.
- He browses among the lilies.
- 2:17 Until the day is
cool, and the shadows flee away,
- turn, my beloved,
- and be like a roe or a young hart on the mountains of Bether.
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3:1 By night on my bed,
- I sought him whom my soul loves.
- I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
- 3:2 I will get up now, and
go about the city;
- in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves.
- I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
- 3:3 The watchmen who go
about the city found me;
- “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
- 3:4 I had scarcely passed
from them,
- when I found him whom my soul loves.
- I held him, and would not let him go,
- until I had brought him into my mother’s house,
- into the room of her who conceived me.
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- 3:5 I adjure you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
- by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
- that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
- until it so desires.
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- 3:6 Who is this who comes
up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,
- perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
- with all spices of the merchant?
- 3:7 Behold, it is
Solomon’s carriage!
- Sixty mighty men are around it,
- of the mighty men of Israel.
- 3:8 They all handle the
sword, and are expert in war.
- Every man has his sword on his thigh,
- because of fear in the night.
- 3:9 King Solomon made
himself a carriage
- of the wood of Lebanon.
- 3:10 He made its pillars
of silver,
- its bottom of gold, its seat of purple,
- its midst being paved with love,
- from the daughters of Jerusalem.
- 3:11 Go forth, you
daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon,
- with the crown with which his mother has crowned him,
- in the day of his weddings,
- in the day of the gladness of his heart.
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- Lover
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4:1 Behold, you are
beautiful, my love.
- Behold, you are beautiful.
- Your eyes are doves behind your veil.
- Your hair is as a flock of goats,
- that descend from Mount Gilead.
- 4:2 Your teeth are like a
newly shorn flock,
- which have come up from the washing,
- where every one of them has twins.
- None is bereaved among them.
- 4:3 Your lips are like
scarlet thread.
- Your mouth is lovely.
- Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
- 4:4 Your neck is like
David’s tower built for an armory,
- whereon a thousand shields hang,
- all the shields of the mighty men.
- 4:5 Your two breasts are
like two fawns
- that are twins of a roe,
- which feed among the lilies.
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- 4:6 Until the day is cool,
and the shadows flee away,
- I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
- to the hill of frankincense.
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- 4:7 You are all beautiful,
my love.
- There is no spot in you.
- 4:8 Come with me from
Lebanon, my bride,
- with me from Lebanon.
- Look from the top of Amana,
- from the top of Senir and Hermon,
- from the lions’ dens,
- from the mountains of the leopards.
- 4:9 You have ravished my
heart, my sister, my bride.
- You have ravished my heart with one of your eyes,
- with one chain of your neck.
- 4:10 How beautiful is your
love, my sister, my bride!
- How much better is your love than wine!
- The fragrance of your perfumes than all kinds of spices!
- 4:11 Your lips, my bride,
drip like the honeycomb.
- Honey and milk are under your tongue.
- The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
- 4:12 A locked up garden is
my sister, my bride;
- a locked up spring,
- a sealed fountain.
- 4:13 Your shoots are an
orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits:
- henna with spikenard plants,
- 4:14 spikenard and saffron,
- calamus and cinnamon, with every kind of incense tree;
- myrrh and aloes, with all the best spices,
- 4:15 a fountain of gardens,
- a well of living waters,
- flowing streams from Lebanon.
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- Beloved
- 4:16 Awake, north wind;
and come, you south!
- Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out.
- Let my beloved come into his garden,
- and taste his precious fruits.
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Lover
- 5:1 I have come into my
garden, my sister, my bride.
- I have gathered my myrrh with my spice;
- I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey;
- I have drunk my wine with my milk.
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- Friends
- Eat, friends!
- Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
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- Beloved
- 5:2 I was asleep, but my
heart was awake.
- It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
- “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
- for my head is filled with dew,
- and my hair with the dampness of the night.”
- 5:3 I have taken off my
robe. Indeed, must I put it on?
- I have washed my feet. Indeed, must I soil them?
- 5:4 My beloved thrust his
hand in through the latch opening.
- My heart pounded for him.
- 5:5 I rose up to open for
my beloved.
- My hands dripped with myrrh,
- my fingers with liquid myrrh,
- on the handles of the lock.
- 5:6 I opened to my beloved;
- but my beloved left; and had gone away.
- My heart went out when he spoke.
- I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
- I called him, but he didn’t answer.
- 5:7 The watchmen who go
about the city found me.
- They beat me.
- They bruised me.
- The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.
- 5:8 I adjure you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
- If you find my beloved,
- that you tell him that I am faint with love.
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- Friends
- 5:9 How is your beloved
better than another beloved,
- you fairest among women?
- How is your beloved better than another beloved,
- that you do so adjure us?
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- Beloved
- 5:10 My beloved is white
and ruddy.
- The best among ten thousand.
- 5:11 His head is like the
purest gold.
- His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
- 5:12 His eyes are like
doves beside the water brooks,
- washed with milk, mounted like jewels.
- 5:13 His cheeks are like a
bed of spices with towers of perfumes.
- His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
- 5:14 His hands are like
rings of gold set with beryl.
- His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires.
- 5:15 His legs are like
pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold.
- His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
- 5:16 His mouth is
sweetness;
- yes, he is altogether lovely.
- This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
- daughters of Jerusalem.
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Friends
- 6:1 Where has your beloved
gone, you fairest among women?
- Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you?
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- Beloved
- 6:2 My beloved has gone
down to his garden,
- to the beds of spices,
- to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
- 6:3 I am my beloved’s,
and my beloved is mine.
- He browses among the lilies,
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- 6:4 You are beautiful, my
love, as Tirzah,
- lovely as Jerusalem,
- awesome as an army with banners.
- 6:5 Turn away your eyes
from me,
- for they have overcome me.
- Your hair is like a flock of goats,
- that lie along the side of Gilead.
- 6:6 Your teeth are like a
flock of ewes,
- which have come up from the washing;
- of which every one has twins;
- none is bereaved among them.
- 6:7 Your temples are like
a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.
- 6:8 There are sixty
queens, eighty concubines,
- and virgins without number.
- 6:9 My dove, my perfect
one, is unique.
- She is her mother’s only daughter.
- She is the favorite one of her who bore her.
- The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;
- the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
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- 6:10 Who is she who looks
forth as the morning,
- beautiful as the moon,
- clear as the sun,
- and awesome as an army with banners?
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- 6:11 I went down into the
nut tree grove,
- to see the green plants of the valley,
- to see whether the vine budded,
- and the pomegranates were in flower.
- 6:12 Without realizing it,
- my desire set me with my royal people’s chariots.
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- Friends
- 6:13 Return, return,
Shulammite!
- Return, return, that we may gaze at you.
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- Lover
- Why do you desire to gaze at the Shulammite,
- as at the dance of Mahanaim?
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7:1 How beautiful are your
feet in sandals, prince’s daughter!
- Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
- the work of the hands of a skillful workman.
- 7:2 Your body is like a
round goblet,
- no mixed wine is wanting.
- Your waist is like a heap of wheat,
- set about with lilies.
- 7:3 Your two breasts are
like two fawns,
- that are twins of a roe.
- 7:4 Your neck is like an
ivory tower.
- Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bathrabbim.
- Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus.
- 7:5 Your head on you is
like Carmel.
- The hair of your head like purple.
- The king is held captive in its tresses.
- 7:6 How beautiful and how
pleasant you are,
- love, for delights!
- 7:7 This, your stature, is
like a palm tree,
- your breasts like its fruit.
- 7:8 I said, “I will
climb up into the palm tree.
- I will take hold of its fruit.”
- Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
- the smell of your breath like apples,
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- Beloved
- 7:9 Your mouth like the
best wine,
- that goes down smoothly for my beloved,
- gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.
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- 7:10 I am my beloved’s.
- His desire is toward me.
- 7:11 Come, my beloved, let
us go forth into the field.
- Let us lodge in the villages.
- 7:12 Let’s go early up
to the vineyards.
- Let’s see whether the vine has budded,
- its blossom is open,
- and the pomegranates are in flower.
- There I will give you my love.
- 7:13 The mandrakes give
forth fragrance.
- At our doors are all kinds of precious fruits, new and old,
- which I have stored up for you, my beloved.
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8:1 Oh that you were like
my brother,
- who nursed from the breasts of my mother!
- If I found you outside, I would kiss you;
- yes, and no one would despise me.
- 8:2 I would lead you,
bringing you into my mother’s house,
- who would instruct me.
- I would have you drink spiced wine,
- of the juice of my pomegranate.
- 8:3 His left hand would be
under my head.
- His right hand would embrace me.
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- 8:4 I adjure you,
daughters of Jerusalem,
- that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
- until it so desires.
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- Friends
- 8:5 Who is this who comes
up from the wilderness,
- leaning on her beloved?
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- Under the apple tree I aroused you.
- There your mother conceived you.
- There she was in labor and bore you.
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- 8:6 Set me as a seal on
your heart,
- as a seal on your arm;
- for love is strong as death.
- Jealousy is as cruel as Sheol.
- Its flashes are flashes of fire,
- a very flame of Yahweh.
- 8:7 Many waters can’t
quench love,
- neither can floods drown it.
- If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love,
- he would be utterly scorned.
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- Friends
- 8:8 We have a little
sister.
- She has no breasts.
- What shall we do for our sister
- in the day when she is to be spoken for?
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- 8:9 If she is a wall,
- we will build on her a turret of silver.
- if she is a door,
- we will enclose her with boards of cedar.
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- Beloved
- 8:10 I am a wall, and my
breasts like towers,
- then I was in his eyes like one who found peace.
- 8:11 Solomon had a
vineyard at Baal Hamon.
- He leased out the vineyard to keepers.
- Each was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.
- 8:12 My own vineyard is
before me.
- The thousand are for you, Solomon;
- two hundred for those who tend its fruit.
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- Lover
- 8:13 You who dwell in the
gardens, with friends in attendance,
- let me hear your voice!
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- Beloved
- 8:14 Come away, my beloved!
- Be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices!
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Notes:
[1] back to 8:6
Sheol is the place of the dead.
[2] back to 8:6 “Yahweh” is God’s proper Name,
sometimes rendered “LORD” (all caps) in other translations.
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