Song of Songs
| Author: Solomon (1:1).Time of Writing: Around 1000 B.C.Place of Writing: Jerusalem. |
For yourSoS 1:3 - Your anointing oils have a pleasantclove is better than wine.
Your name is like ointment poured forth;Therefore the
We will be glad andWe will3rejoice in you;
Rightly do they love you.SoS 1:5 - I am
Like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.SoS 1:6 - Do not look at me, because I am black,
Because the sun hasMy mother’s sons were angry with me;1scorched me.
They made me keeper of the vineyards,But my own vineyard I have not kept.
Where do you make it lie down atFor why should I be like one who is veiled2noon?
Beside the flocks of your companions?SoS 1:8 - If you yourself do not know,
Youafairest among women,
And pasture your young goatsBy the shepherds’ tents.
To aSoS 1:10 - Your2bmare among Pharaoh’s chariots.
YourSoS 1:11 -1aneck with2strings of jewels.
WithSoS 1:12 - While the king was at his2studs of silver.
My spikenard gave forth its fragrance.SoS 1:13 - My beloved is to me a
That lies at night between my breasts.SoS 1:14 - My beloved is to me a cluster of
In the vineyards ofSoS 1:15 -1bEn-gedi.
Oh, you are beautiful! YourSoS 1:16a - Oh, you are beautiful, my beloved; indeed, pleasant!1eyes are likebdoves.
Our rafters are cypresses.
ASoS 2:2 - As ablily of the valleys.
So is my love among the daughters.SoS 2:3a - As the
So is my beloved among the sons:SoS 2:3b - In his shade I delighted and sat down,
And his fruit was sweet to my taste.SoS 2:4 - He brought me into the
And his banner over me was love.SoS 2:5 - Sustain me with raisin cakes,
Refresh me with apples,For I am
And his right hand embraces me.SoS 2:7 -
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields,Not to rouse up or awaken my love
Until she pleases.
Skipping upon the hills.1Leaping upon the mountains,
Now he stands behind ourHe is looking through the1wall;
He is glancing through theSoS 2:10 - My beloved2lattice.
My beauty, and2aRise up, my love,
The rain is over and gone.SoS 2:12 -
The time of singing has come,And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
And theavines are in blossom—they give forth their fragrance.
My beauty, and come away.SoS 2:14 -
In the covert of the precipice,Let me see your countenance,
Let me hear your voice;For your voice is sweet,
And your countenance is lovely.SoS 2:15 - Catch the
The little foxes,That ruin the vineyards
While our vineyards are in blossom.SoS 2:16 -
He pastures his flock among the lilies.SoS 2:17 -
Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a youngOn the mountains ofbhart
II sought him, but found him not.1soughtahim whom my soul loves;
In the streets and in the squaresI will seek him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but found him not.SoS 3:3 - The
Have you seen him whom my soul loves?SoS 3:4 - Scarcely had I passed them
When I found him whom my soul loves;I held him and would not let go
Until I had brought him into myAnd into the1mother’s house
By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields,Not to rouse up or awaken my love
Until she pleases.
LikePerfumed withbpillars of smoke,
With all the fragrant powders of the merchant?SoS 3:7 - There is Solomon’s
Sixty mighty men surround it,Of the mighty men of Israel.
Each man has his sword at his thighBecause of the night alarms.
Of the wood of Lebanon.SoS 3:10 - Its posts he made of silver,
Its bottom, of gold;Its seat, of purple;
Its midst was inlaid with loveFrom the
AndWith which his mother crowned him1look at King Solomon with the2crown
On the day of hisYes, on the day of the gladness of his heart.3espousals,
Oh, you are beautiful! YourYour1eyes are like doves behind your veil;
That repose on Mount Gilead.SoS 4:2 -
That have come up from the washing,All of which have borne twins,
And none of them is bereaved of her young.SoS 4:3 - Your
And your mouth is lovely;Your cheeks are like a piece of pomegranate
Behind your veil.SoS 4:4 - Your
Built for an armory:A thousand bucklers hang on it,
All the shields of the mighty men.SoS 4:5 -
Twins of a gazelle,That feed among the lilies.
I, for my part, will go to the mountain ofAnd to the hill of frankincense.bmyrrh
And there is noSoS 4:8 - Come with me fromablemish in you.
With me fromLook from the top of2Lebanon come.
From the top ofFrom the4Senir and5bHermon,
From theSoS 4:9 - You have6leopards’ mountains.
You haveWith one strand of your1ravished my heart with one glance of your eyes,
How much better is yourAnd thealove than wine,
Than all spices!SoS 4:11 - Your
Honey and milk are under your tongue;And the fragrance of your garments
Is like theSoS 4:12 - Aafragrance of Lebanon.
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed.SoS 4:13 - Your shoots are an
With choicest fruit;Henna with spikenard,
With all the trees of frankincense;aCalamus and cinnamon,
With all the chief spices.bMyrrh and aloes,
AAnd1well ofaliving water,
And come, OBlow upon my garden:1south wind!
Let itsLet my beloved come into hisaspices flow forth;
And eat his choicest fruit.
I have gathered myI have eaten my honeycomb with mybmyrrh with my spice;
I have drunk my wine with my milk.Eat, O
Drink, and drink deeply, O beloved ones!
A sound! My beloved isaknocking.
MyFor my head is drenched with dew,bdove, my perfect one;
My locks with thecdrops of night.
How can I put it on again?I have
How can I dirty them again?SoS 5:4 - My beloved put his
And my inner parts yearned for him.SoS 5:5 - I rose up to
And my hands dripped withMy fingers with liquid myrrh,amyrrh,
Upon the handles of the bolt.SoS 5:6 - I opened to my beloved,
But my beloved had withdrawn; he was gone.My soul failed when he spoke;
I soughtI called him—he answered me not.ahim, but found him not;
They struck me; they wounded me;The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
If you find my beloved,What shall you tell him?
That I amSoS 5:9 - What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved,bsick with love.
O you most beautiful among women?What is your beloved more than some other’s beloved,
That you adjure us so?SoS 5:10 - My beloved is
SoS 5:11 - His2Distinguished among ten thousand.
HisAs black as a raven.alocks are wavy,
Beside the streams of water,Bathed in milk,
Fitly set.SoS 5:13 - His
Mounds of sweetly fragrant herbs;His lips are lilies,
Dripping with liquidSoS 5:14 - Hisamyrrh.
Set with beryl;His belly is an ivory work,
Overlaid with sapphires.SoS 5:15 - His
Set upon bases of gold;His appearance is like Lebanon,
As excellent as the cedars.SoS 5:16 - His
And he is altogether desirable.This is my beloved, and this is my friend,
Obdaughters of Jerusalem.
O you most beautiful among women?Where has your beloved turned,
That we may seek him with you?SoS 6:2 - My beloved has gone down to his
To the beds of spices,To feed in the gardens
And gather lilies.SoS 6:3 -
He pastures his flock among theSoS 6:4 - You are as beautiful, my love, asblilies.
As lovely asAs1Jerusalem,
For they overwhelm me,
That repose on Mount Gilead.SoS 6:6 - Your
That have come up from the washing,All of which have borne twins,
And none of them is bereaved of her young.SoS 6:7 - Your
Behind your veil.SoS 6:8 - There are sixty
AndSoS 6:9 - My1avirgins without number.
She is the only one of her mother;She is the choice one of her who bore her.
The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed;The queens and the concubines,
They also praised her.SoS 6:10 - Who is this woman who looks forth like the dawn,
As beautiful as theAs clear as the1moon,
AsSoS 6:11 - I went down to theaterrible as an2army with banners?
To see the freshness of the valley,To see whether the vine had
Whether the pomegranates were in bloom.SoS 6:12 - Before I was aware,
My soul set me among theSoS 6:13 - Return, return, O1chariots of my noble people.
Return, return, that we may gaze at you.Why should you gaze at the Shulammite,
As upon the dance of2atwo camps?
OYour rounded3prince’s daughter!
The work of the hands of a skilled artist.SoS 7:2 - Your
That never lacks mixed wine;Your
Fenced in by lilies.SoS 7:3 -
Twins of a gazelle.SoS 7:4 - Your
YourBy the gate of Bath-rabbim;1eyes, like the pools in Heshbon
YourWhich faces Damascus.1nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
And theThe king is fettered by your tresses.1locks of your head like purple.
You are, O love!SoS 7:7 - This your stature is like a palm tree,
And your breasts are like the clusters.SoS 7:8 - I said, I will climb the
I will take hold of its branches;And let your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
And the fragrance of your nose like apples,SoS 7:9a - And the roof of your mouth like the best wine—
Gliding through the lips of those who sleep.SoS 7:10 -
And his desire is for me.SoS 7:11 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the
Let us lodge in theSoS 7:12 - Let us rise up early for the1villages.
Let us see if the vine hasIf the blossom is open,abudded,
If the pomegranates are in bloom;There I will give you my love.
And over our doors are all choice fruits,
These, my beloved, I have stored up for you.
Who nursed at my mother’s breasts!If I found you
And none would despise me.SoS 8:2 - I would lead you and bring you
Into myWho has instructed me;1mother’s house,
I would make you drink spiced wineFrom the juice of my pomegranate.
And his right hand would embrace me.SoS 8:4 -
Do not rouse up or awaken my loveUntil she pleases.
1Leaning on her beloved?
There your mother was in labor with you;There she was in labor and brought you forth.
As a seal on your arm;For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy is as cruel asIts flashes are the flashes of fire,2Sheol;
A flame ofSoS 8:7 - Many waters cannot quench love,3Jehovah.
Nor do floods drown it.If a man gave all the substance of his house for love,
It would be utterly despised.SoS 8:8 - We have a little
And she has no breasts:What shall we do for our sister
On the day when she is spoken for?SoS 8:9 - If she is a
We will build on her a battlement of silver;And if she is a
We will enclose her with boards of cedar.SoS 8:10 - I am a
Then I was in his eyes like one who has found peace.SoS 8:11 - Solomon had a vineyard at
He let out theEach was to bring a thousand shekels of silver for its fruit.avineyard to keepers;
You will have the thousand, O Solomon;And those who keep its fruit, two hundred.
My companions listen for yourLet me hear it.1avoice;
And be like a gazelle or a young hartUpon the mountains of spices.