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
thee.
I am black,
but comely,
O ye daughters
of Jerusalem,
as the tents
of Kedar,
as the curtains
of Solomon.
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.
blacken
μεμελανωμένη
memelanōmenē
look aside
παρέβλεψέν
pareblepsen
keeper
φυλάκισσαν
phylakissan
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?
sleep
κοιτάζεις
koitazeis
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.
heel
πτέρναις
pternais
I have compared
thee, O my love,
to a company of horses
in Pharaoh's
chariots.
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 breasts.
My beloved
is unto me as a cluster
of camphire
in the vineyards
of Engedi.
Behold, 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.
