THE SONG OF
SOLOMON
King James Version
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
Engedi.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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 Bathrabbim: 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.
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 Baalhamon; 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.