Song of Songs
1The most amazing song of all, by King Solomon.
2Let him smother me with kisses—his Spirit-kiss divine.
So kind are your caresses,
I drink them in like the sweetest wine!
3Your presence releases a fragrance so pleasing—
over and over poured out.
For your lovely name is “Flowing Oil.”
No wonder the brides-to-be adore you.
4Draw me into your heart.
We will run away together into the king’s cloud-filled chamber.
The Chorus of Friends
We will remember your love, rejoicing and delighting in you,
celebrating your every kiss as better than wine.
No wonder righteousness adores you!
5Jerusalem maidens, in this twilight darkness
I know I am so unworthy—so in need.
Yet you are so lovely!
I feel as dark and dry as the desert tents
of the wandering nomads.
Yet you are so lovely—
like the fine linen tapestry hanging in the Holy Place.
The Shulamite to Her Friends
6Please don’t stare in scorn
because of my dark and sinful ways.
My angry brothers quarreled with me
and appointed me guardian of their ministry vineyards,
yet I’ve not tended my vineyard within.
7Won’t you tell me, lover of my soul,
where do you feed your flock?
Where do you lead your beloved ones
to rest in the heat of the day?
For I wish to be wrapped all around you
as I wander among the flocks of your shepherds.
It is you I long for, with no veil between us!
8Listen, my radiant one—
if you ever lose sight of me,
just follow in my footsteps where I lead my lovers.
Come with your burdens and cares.
Come to the place near the sanctuary of my shepherds.
9My dearest one,
let me tell you how I see you—
you are so thrilling to me.
To gaze upon you is like looking
at one of Pharaoh’s finest horses—
a strong, regal steed pulling his royal chariot.
10Your tender cheeks are aglow—
your earrings and gem-laden necklaces
set them ablaze.
11We will enhance your beauty,
encircling you with our golden reins of love.
You will be marked with our redeeming grace.
12As the king surrounded me at his table,
the sweet fragrance of my praise perfume
awakened the night.
13A sachet of myrrh is my lover,
like a tied-up bundle of myrrh resting over my heart.
14He is like a bouquet of henna blossoms—
henna plucked near the vines at the fountain of the Lamb.
I will hold him and never let him part.
15Look at you, my dearest darling,
you are so lovely!
You are beauty itself to me.
Your passionate eyes are like gentle doves.
16My beloved one,
both handsome and winsome,
you are pleasing beyond words.
Our resting place is anointed and flourishing,
like a green forest meadow bathed in light.
17Rafters of cedar branches are over our heads
and balconies of pleasant-smelling pines.